confusion

my thoughts are getting dim
though I'm not sure what that means
but reflecting makes me spin
distracted by my dizzy spleen

wanna leave this mess behind
and so I try to open up
but no one else can leave his mind
so why do I think I could stop

too much misadaption and
too much of that mental flow
my focus is no good friend
but of whom I just don't know

I cannot stop to wonder why
and how this all dares to rotate
and every thought covers its lie
and deeper reason loses weight

unclear and tied to pasty knots
there's nothing left to think about
only guessing after I forgot
as what which things had just turned out

longing for a calming rest
distant from that very fuss
confusion is a painful test
of the schemes in which we trust