Mediocre Thinker

I feel like, I've been dead drunk in my illusive
thoughts.
My reasoning, hanging in a middling
assessment of creativity
Gosh! I yawn for pioneering monuments of
history
Overwhelmed by hallucinations; this dreamer
lives in his dreams
Reality far from my fetch susceptible conceive
It makes me feel like a myopic thinker whose
visions bounce back on a dead end wall
Inundent in a peril of brain decay
Lying amort, downstream the dejection of
indegenious thoughts
Ignorance submerged my little knowledge
I'd taken pills of limatations, I need a nutralizer
I've lived miles below a mediocre thinker
Or worse, a dead root of a thinker