Writing Rambling

I'm mindful about my mind being full

Crowded, busy and overflowing

They say ignorance is bliss

But I'm cursed with knowing

My presence on earth feels timeless

But every day I wake up, the time I have is less

They say live like there's no tomorrow

But how can I tread like that with all this mess

I have no idea about the point I want to make

Maybe that's the point in itself 

A point is a period and that's a full stop

But once my mind goes there is no break

I keep falling to the ground like a raindrop

I guess it's just a little peek into my thoughts

A game of hide and seek, they don't come all at once

But even when I'm not searching they are emerging

With irrationality calling all the shots

This writing has no real topic 

It's chaotic and I guess that's symbolic

A glimpse into what I'm like, although microscopic

Maybe it helps you to understand some of my logic