what i mean

my composure again is challenged
youth is ideology, not physiology
have a little implicating my motive
a transcension of all chronology
a pathway of events
taking apart your time
smile on my face not because of your charm
I drift away again with my thoughts and my mind
there must be a truth to it not far behind
unclear is my head as I spoil again
the blur of a million floating thoughts
my mind is trying to take it all in at once
but it can't so it's lost
thin is the air surrounding the flair
impaired by the grasping for breath
i've tried and I think about this one last thing
that keeps me up later than most
I cannot divulge these secrets I hold
but I know the meaning of all
if I told you it would spoil the natural wonder
therein lies your clue to it all
time and truth spoil the mind all at once