The Mind Elusive

It's a paradox or a simple matter,

An obnoxious answer is handed to me like a ticket,

A flutter of truism rain about me falling like feather from a bird,

Dancing around me like leaves in a monocopter motion,

I traveled a million miles in my head

But it was better to stay in bed

Have I offered an extension of my creativity

Or is it merely the evolution of my depravity

A cliche' sea of papers take on life, like us, a flutter

But what does this matter under the sun, as winks behind moutains

It does not worry the clouds to be late

It really comes down to state of mind

So lets have some wine