Well

Well, I've asked' is it all in my mind?

Well, yes but you might have to ask yourself is there a mind?

It appear to terms like words of worms.

Like flashes of dashes that crashes to collide then catches between the eyes.

Darting connotations that I've accumulated over time, formulated a bases with names and faces, places and tastes.

Likes and dislikes programmed motion, had no control over the flowing ocean.

Knowing no notion, knowing no another way to float on the flowing ocean.

Now, it's in me, that I'm on a boat, screaming "There's no Captain at the helm of this boat!

We're drifting a float with no control where we go!