The Grand Mistake

too many thoughts racing in chaotic harmony, immune to my attempts of domestication. Inside I know it all. The truth is stunningly clear, but I've no effective means of communication. I'm stuck, wheels spinning in the sand. Show me the way out. let me hold your hand. and now I'm slipping. slipping away from you. I'm slipping and there's not a thing you can do. this is no test. this is no game. I've lost my way and I'm not the same. no more time for directions--every way is north. across the wind-swept land, a storm is coming forth. the creation of self-annihilation, dancing in the ruins of my former occupation. you covered your eyes but I saw you turn away, there was nothing I could do and nothing I could say. I want to speak but only words come out, it's all I ever will be or will be without. so many timeless instants wasted like dismissing a dish before it is tasted. tell me, what's it like behind your eyes? why do you wear such a bold disguise? wrapped up in a blanket of isolation, buffered by miles and miles of desolation. and all of this was my own creation. all of this was my retaliation. so sat I quietly in the seat of my car, going faster than fast, farther than far. no amount of speed could ever be enough. my insatiable need, my mind in the rough. now I open my eyes and see my wake, my error filled theories. my grand mistake.