Averse in thoughts of labored mind,
I slide through trees then leave them behind,
Into a silent void of unstable trails,
From behind my eyes into imagery waves,

As I see but not understand,
As I fear that I’d be ******,

Then in unwilling ideas I was brought,
In sense bemused and in fazed bleak thoughts,
So I run to one made retreat,
Mind feel death in malady  feat,

As I see but not understand,
And as I fear that I’d be ******

Mind be seen of distant faces,
But close in hand of what was made,
Mind be seen in violent races,
In to where I’d fall and to where I fade

I feel as if something had been lost,
I did not misplace, I did not wreck,
I sought what had gone for its remaining gloss,
Something I require for something I lack

My eyes in coats of waves,
The air as if alive in pressing heat,
As I see people around me in raves,
As if my mind would die in feat

When in the state of mind lay sounds which could inspire,
I was made without the consent of my desires,
Vague, indistinct traits - unclear,
As I feel that what was once here had disappear

Volatile sounds in distortion’s grace,
Mind why are you so quick to race?
Your beats unsound in wary pace,
In the mirror waving your leery face,

But to that is more I see,
Both be dipped in the ink of irony,

At least your absent meander would turn in colors,
Your racing thoughts be turn to words,
You bring me to places you wander,
To places where I could mend and render

Mind how quick for you to deceive,
Show me to where there is relief
For what you bring in laden to this ground,
Are voices clinging in much different sounds

Much be ignite through a glimpse of the eyes,
The tingle behind the small flap of maddening flies,
As distant glares be theirs and in them I find,
Impaired souls entwined in the thoughts of the mind