Endless Rant

I'm stuck in the riddle and rhyme.
I can't seem to get out of my mind!
I ask myself if it is a crime,
To be so polite and be so unkind.

My thoughts just keep on flowing,
My internal commotion is growing and growing!
Things are progressing but where are they going?
I have no way to know when they're slowing!

It's endless, eternal, immortal, it seems,
I sit here and cry to myself what it means,
I think I just need to go blow off some steam,
What are the meanings that I'm caught between?

I'm going! I'm slowing! I'm running, I'm sprinting!
What are these images that my mind is printing?
I look to the future, but I look on squinting!
Something in the distance is distracting glinting!

Can somebody tell me to what I am hinting?

No. No they can't. So you must stop this rant.
So you say while in your mind you chant.
However, it's stopping. Slowed down to a pant.
Whatever you tell me, I will not recant!