The thinker

Now down free to wander
Off inside my head again
And this time I got lost
Wondering if everything I ever said
Has made some sense or if it was
Coincidentally the same as subjects that I worked
Intents are gone I thought I'd interpret
My version of what went on

Then I'm hit with a wave of solitude, the talking kick
And I'm still letting it spill all these intangible ideas that
Need to be explained 'fore the barber can even take
So I start and look around and notice everyone is thinking how is
This guy so off his mind

Why does my face look aged in this world
I've riffed that strange bill and trial [?]
To fit in, in a completely simple world
To waste, I'm acting myself even though

It's hard to tell what is real, what is fake
What is the attitude I need to take
While I'm conversing, pull me above
If my tongue stops working my brain seems to flood
Overthinking things