dreams come true

it's never the end

my mind
drops into a void,
an endless sea
of despair
and hopeless glee.
yes,
this is contradicting,
but don't you see?
my mind is not its own
so when you say
"get a grip"
i don't know what to
get a grip on.

all the while my brain
is dead and my heart
is sunk and the only
thing that keeps me sane
is music,
and possibly,
you.