Messed Up

I wish I could turn off my ideations -

I wish I could make this swirling conclude

A lot is going on but I cannot fathom how to cope

I'm in an emotional upheaval yet still cannot feel it

I don't know where I'm headed to

What I am going to do

Once I had things outlined in my consciousness

Now, I don't have a clue!

You will find a way, they all say -

Though nothing seems to be set forth

My heart is racing fast

And consciousness is brimming with fear

Thought I'll be able to manage it

But it's all plunging quickly

They say I'm a mess,

And I don't think I can attest them otherwise