Untitled (Therefore Making This Untitled, Titled)

Poem for y'all today!

Silent staring; void thoughts.
I try to push through them,
But they cling to me,
Like an unwanted scent.
Through their wonderland I wander,
Ever confused, ever tired,
Wondering if I shall escape
This brain that is oh so mired.
I try to explain to the flowers,
And the strange man on the road,
That it's all within this psyche,
And seems to be trapped in a node.
But all that is behind me,
Like the dissapearing wind.
I have escaped this strange dream,
And gone back to my wild.