Much of a Remedy

It's never ending
And it keeps on
Happening
And I can't remember
What it's like to feel
Anything

Touch and feel
Turmoil as I heal
The broken parts of me
I thought were fixed already
And I wonder if you aren't
Much of a remedy

And I'm not hear
But I see through my eyes
And you listen
But you dont understand
The functions
Of my mind

And I feel far more peculiar
Wondering if I'm coming off
As fickle or immature
Deciphering if your 'nothing'
Means something
far more
Substantial or nothing at all

And I don't need a cure
But the mystery in your eyes
Reminds me of
An enticing elixir
I wouldn't mind becoming
Much of a remedy