The World in My Head

What is a thought?
Is it this voice in my head?
The visions that swirl around
Reason why I go to bed
For I want some silence
The freedom from the world in my head
Images of things that never happened
In a camera behind my eyes
My thoughts have them playing all the time
Mind that they are my demise

I close my eyes and look into the crystal ball
Find a world that I have always known
Myself as the creator who made it all
Asking myself how this world has grown
All the people trapped in a place so twisted
The lives the must lead has my eyes misted
Time to sing myself a lullaby

What am I doing in this place again?
Are these people coming to end me?
These things are swirling like an ocean
Whispers call from the sea

What am I doing in this face again?
Are these hands wringing my mind?
These hands, are they mine or yours?
Faces smile and laugh, but they are unkind

Am I the source of my destruction?
I'm not sure
Crazy is close but there's no deduction
Or is it really the source of it all
Just tell me the answer
Insane people are why I fall

Am I the source of my world's construction?
I doubt that one
Happy to be a dot in the world
Or is that just a lie to be done?
Deranged I might be, glad to be free.

Read the first word of every line.