This popped into my head while I was writing in my journal.  Thanks to ctrygirl, for giving me the courage to put it up here.

 My mind can crawl faster than light

and race so slowly, I have time to observe each thought in all its delicate detail,

before it speeds by, chased by another slow string of notes

yet the observation changes the music,

dysharmony results, such discordance is painful.

The absence of thought can reassure at times,

yet the void can open too wide and the notes drop in, one by one, lost in all their resonance, concordant or not.

How to walk the line between the worlds, war of the worlds,

a world so beautiful and stark and bleak

there is no where to run but in,

some force chasing me, pulling me slyly in, which direction I cannot tell until i am there, then it is too late to play the notes.