The Gears

A metaphor that went beyond control.

The gears in my head
turn slow and then so fast.
Ideas from a mind that's dead
come from nowhere then are past.
The gears are breaking down,
they deteriorate so bad.
But just cause i wear no frown
doesnt mean I'm not sad.
The machine is breaking apart
and the peices fly away.
I need a new place to start.
I need another way.
I dont know how much more I can do ,
Or how much further I'll travel.
I dont know why I think of you,
But it makes my mind unravel.
these things in my brain,
these thoughts i call mine,
they cause a kind of pain
i just cant define.
it is so very small,
yet it is so strong.
I think i'm gonna fall,
i cant keep standing long.
So please help me now,
Help me stop being me.
I need to know how,
how to become free.
free from all the thigs i do,
fre from what i think and say.
Free from you,
and free from today.