Voices in my head

Look back and don't turn away as this week passes with no regret
do not get mad because the world is mad, do not fret
times get better and wounds do heal
there is not to much that can take these thoughts out of my head or these emotions that i feel
I'm all caught up in the days as they pass slowly yet fast at the same time
warning labels and foolish signs saying do not proceed blink but the heart is a mime
black and white it beets slowly yet intoxicated and calm it speeds up as you pass this mind
a calling of some sort that is lost in the light and is left for me to find
this poem these thoughts with all these voice's in my head
that was the strongest thought going and enough said