I've got my mind spinning in all directions all the time,
All the time I'm going down in circles all the time,
Taking me away from the time, from time to time,
To try to mind the world outside my mind,

Outside is where my mind's at,
At times when now words can explain what the thoughts are saying,
That's where i live but not where i in time can stay.

This is where fiction meets reality and all i realise is that time is of essence,
And non existent but way to important to ignore,

We are trapping this place in our mind by asking why the meaning is so important.

What is the meaning of importance if not the fact that the truth is,
The meaning is useless,
Everything is meaningful but not to our concept of time,
Our existence is not meaningful,
In the sense of our understanding of the meaning of the word meaning.

So what is the meaning of this?
Probably nothing of importance,
At least not for us as humans or our understanding of things.

But for the future of everything that was and will be,
We, everything and i,
Are the most important thing that ever happens to anything and everything everywhere for as long as anything will ever exist in this time/ existence.

Resistance.
My minds resisting arrest,
I refuse to be trapped in this so called reality.
Cus thoughts is all i ever will be,
And questions all i ever see,
But tomorrow i will be Free,

Free to roam around in the realm of fantasies,
On the pursuit of happiness,

Different tracks, all with the same outcome,

Always shuffling back to the original question.

For who am i to ask anything?
Who am i to question reality?

If anything is real it has to be the one questioning reality.