Analysis

I own a distractible mind.

There's daydream and reality,

And I keep on blurring the lines.

I'm more creative, I guess.

Though people get mad at me

Being an ignorant mess

I know there's a Plan for me,

And it all works out.

Yet I doubt, and I doubt, and I doubt, and I doubt.

I like to think that I'm half of me,

And the other's somewhere,

Dreaming up planets,

And combing her hair.

I'll be in love with her shape.

A symbol of grace

Dancing circles around me

With ribbon and cape.

Yet I still might live/die alone.

How bad could it be?

Probably worse than I realize.

"Another round, please?"