Who's In Control Here?

I'm percolating thought drip drops like the tick tock of a clock

through the sands of time seeping out an hour glass 

you get a glimpse of the vast cavern of endless contemplation within me.

My thoughts walk all over me

like they own me

like they're all there is or ever will be.

They act like they are me,

or are they?

who's in control here?

the contemplation of you existing within me

is the very definition of insanity.

Stop stepping on my brain!

planting millions of footprints.

like goblins rummaging through my gold mine-mind,

trying to find the notion of me

and strip it- like fruit from a rind.

My thoughts are revolting against

my intellect and better judgement

We shall see

who gets the better of me.