Mental.

When you try and tell me who I am.

I watch and draw a blank.

You think your mind is cunning,

But please keep mine off your plank.

Your words are taken in, I assure you my facility to hear.

But your objections to my projections are simply subjections of your own fear.

Don't ask me to bestow you with my problems, in order to numb your own mind.

I understand your animosity towards confusion; we are one in the same kind.

Why do people think they know.

What's not theirs to really know.

When did creatures become so curious.

About reflections that were created to come and go.

My image is just an illusion, of what I've allowed you to see.

How sensless of you to think that you've experienced what it is that composes, me.

You touch, but you do not see.

You see, but very shallowly.

You know very little.

But think your analysis is coming from.....understanding.

I appreciate the time you feel you've spent looking ...Looking, within.

But rest assure you I am still looking, looking to ascend.

Ascend some answer, coming.

Arriving much too late.

Because you see my minds been churning.

I've been racing to meet my fate.

Racing to ask it questions, racing for just a taste.

Not ever a step ahead, always caustiously a few behind.

In fear that catching it's face, my mystery would be defined.

You see I search for nothing,

Because I truly wish not to know.

I search for empty promises,

I search for a chance to flow.

Flow freely through this journey

It's not mine to own.

It was given to me, I know not why.

But I can appreciate the subtle undertone.

So return the stich and string, that you've so carefully sown.

My mind is not your rightful play toy, it is not yours to own.

I'm standing here in front of you, confessing that I am to blame.

For taking away your time, in search of something that's not yours to rearrange.

Take it as you may, or

Take it not at all.

We are not here to find an answer.

We are purely made to fall.

This is just a segment, in a far superior frame.

Take it all too gravely, and it will all be in vain.

So lets flow freely through this journey.

It's not ours to own.

It was given to us, I know not why.

But lets appreciate the subtle undertone.