A breeze running through

As I gaze into the places that eyes cannot see and I am brought through the fog of eternity I wonder where I am going. Do I write these insane thoughts for attention or am I thinking them so often I need to write them down to stop thinking them. I need a cigarette around the same time every night. How does it feel? Of all the things I had as a child that I wish I still possessed as an adult I believe a clean mind is the most important. Its in the nature of everything that can think never to comprehend its own insignificance. The harder you try to find meaning the further the meaning you have slips away. I am starting to think that stating the obvious is a waste of time. People don't listen and I can seem to shut up. I just feel crazy when I talk to others about what really interests me. I know too much about noting important and not enough about the things that will make a difference. I hate it all some times. I wish I was still depressed on the epic scale of my youth. I would have a reason for thinking like I do. Now I think all of this completely calm and with no emotion. I have to remind my self not to go through the motions and just how lucky I am. No this is not a glimpse into my mind, just a breeze running through it.