Derailment

Sidetracked, to another mysterious dimension
and the return to temporary reflection
days gone by, hours that weren't lived out
and the screaming voices, that silently shout
sounds of abstract sentences and noises
calm collections and the non existent poises
the freedom to do as we must choose
sometimes we win sometimes we lose
planning plans, organizing a thought
and the feeling of memories I forgot
the versions of impact, the questions
and the latest revisions of collections
revisit old places, see those changes
see how these places upgraded in exchanges
purpose in all, some less than others
too much on my mind, clustering smothers
babbling brooks stream of conscience
and those reenacted lack of responses
quick to turn adjust to learn
racy thoughts, anxiety filled synapses that burn