My mind

I sit here and I dredge my mind.
There are thoughts and memories I need to find.
My mind, it functions with more success,
When I let it flow and do not press.
Yet the more it flows, the further I travel,
Away from the point. The knot must unravel.

The thoughts my mind does produce,
Are not help in what I must deduce.
I think it's a cause of the pain,
That I cannot stand here again.
The nearer I tired, the deeper the knife,
So memories I generate, of gold idyllic life.

Perhaps they are more want than real.
They're tainted by emotions that I feel.
Those feelings, to me that you intro'd.
The lightings bright beside your road.
I see you blinded by such light,
But not other way would be as right.