Mentally Speaking

It rains, it stops, outside and in my brain. It clears, lights up, sunshines threw, until im covered again in the storm that comes back, outside and in my brain. I go to work, like a tornando that can pass as a big blur, my days end, for me to start them over again. Strength comes threw and goes threw like a mouse on a wheel, constant circles, agitation, agrevation, madness, isolation, yearning for the transition of something I await, I look back at the mouse on the wheel, what do I feel, what do I await, must be my fate. I come threw, I go backwards. I move forward, I am in the past. I await the future, anxiety goes threw me like a sick twisted person took over, but its not me. Past life conflicting with present, they know all about it out there, as I sit left in the dark. Conflicting souls passing threw one another, going threw us like facets of emotions, racing threw our veins like shivers, like welts from who knows, endless river of intensity, vulnerability, weaknesses. Fakenesses mixed with realness. Fear, alwasy near, always in the form of a tear. No...don't give me that mirror, no need to see facelessness, emptyness, that is viewable eye to eye.
I sleep, i awake, brain goes into a story of its own, wich one will it choose today. What muse will it be, what will we see, what will I be, until Im back knawing at that wheel, circles taking over me, back to the begginning, wondering how to get to the end.