I transmit and interlink my thoughts <br />with the bottle I just bought. <br />I tip it to meet my lips; I get tipsy with each greeting. <br />Time goes by I sit here thinking, <br />is the bottle slipping or is that my mind? <br /> <br />I wish I had time to arrive on work on time. <br />Then maybe I wouldn’t have to rely on irresponsible actions <br />although it is just a fraction of second too late. <br /> I debate with myself on whose thinking, my mind or my brain? <br />some would say is the same. <br /> <br /> I wish I would know so I could get a hold of it <br />maybe control it. <br /> Then I could show it whose boss, <br />I get lost in these thoughts <br />as the seconds invite minutes, <br />to greet hours <br /> to change into days. <br /> <br />I ask myself why time never stays. <br />My thoughts are near empty as the bottle enters emptiness, <br />I wish I could change this, go back in time and save it. <br /> <br />Too late, the bottle is empty the liquid is gone. <br /> I reach inside of me to retrieve it; <br /> I bring a straw so I can drink it.<br /><br />Mindless minds<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/losing-my-mind-or-wait-is-that-my-brain/
