My thought's

I walk around looking as if I am living I'm here physically spiritually I'm somewhere else I don't feel I'm here I feel I am in some other world am I deluded ? and everyone else isn't? what is this feeling that I feel ? I try to empty my mind from a huge bucket that sits by my side it seems to me the more I try to empty the more it fills with lots more wild thoughts that tangle one another people speak to me in black and white tones but I know its not like that cant they see all the different other colours ? people just give me this look of 'oh well I don't know what your talking about' I walk around looking as if I am living I'm here physically spiritually I'm somewhere else I observe people rather then judge them I snatch a piece of paper trying to empty that bucket again that likes to fill again and again if only my wild thoughts would untangle so I break free from my thoughts I walk around looking as if I am living I'm only here physically spiritually am somewhere else I feel I'm far, far away in some other world that world is my mind with Allah talking to him my wild thoughts untangling each one working it out like working out a maze placing each thought in the right order eventually I will get their figuring out exactly whats bothering my poor soul then I will take a break have a long sip from a sweet cup of tea BUT not getting deluded that it is officially over it will never be over not until I die only then only then will the fight with my thoughts be over .