Irrelavant

late in the night
i wonder
where do my thoughts go when i'm done?

do they go and live lives?
do they live for all time?
and if i forget, will they return home?

this burden
this fine line
between genius and mad
where does the line blur?
where does it disappear?

poison water
clouding my thoughts
wasting my breath
until there's nothing left

i just wanted a taste
i just hoped to face
the source of my problems
but solutions are irrelavant