What makes me tick?

 

That has to be the question of the ages

 

I can never be in the present

 

The reality of life is so unbearably dull

 

My thoughts are always more entertaining

 

My mind is a vast wasteland

 

I start a thought and then disregard them

 

I can keep track of a few; those are the problem

 

I hold them close to my heart and ponder for ages

 

Eventually blending together reality and fiction

 

It drives me wild, not that I mind

 

I just wish I wouldn’t spend so much time

 

Fixing problems in an alternate universe

 

However my mind is an understanding;

 

Not of the world or others around me

 

It’s full of my wants, fears, and desires

 

None of which that define me or how I think