sliipping

I was lost and then found.
I was found and then lost.
It's a never ending cycle, in which I am drowned.
My meaningful life is tossed around.

I owe it to my brain.
You know, the one in my head.
It keeps switching sane to insane.
It kept me very misled

I really don't mind though.
It's nice to be able to think.
It's cool to know things outside the normal flow.
To see the world truely and still have a link.

I love being me.
as much as I hate it
I be what I be,
And keep my flame lit.