Chasing Mind

i'm so behind times
just like those long rhymes
which are difficult to read
like a large and massive mead
i look for someone
think of no one
my thoughts are playing a game
a memory has its own flame
i run and search
compassion gets in dearth
i have this chasing mind
i don't know but i'll like to find
who is causing these confusions
my chasing mind has many fusions
of different expressions and emotions
it has this layer of thick lotions
which covers all happiness
sorrow nature gets its finesse
i don't know how to walk
sitting alone, how can i talk?
laughing is nothing but a joke
frenzy feelings have a soak
of my chasing mind
i wish i could wind
and whirl the wheel of my feeling
so that it could do some healing
of my twist and turns in life
with me, no more held upon by a knife
which cuts my life into parts
like horses pulling broken carts
there's some soution i will find
i won't run away from my chasing mind.