After two hours of being tied to a bathtub faucet by my facial and ear piercings...

My thoughts are crazy
Maybe even crazier than I
There are barriers on our thinking
They are put there by us perhaps
Or maybe the man in the breeze
The whispers that are hard to recognize
Either way, those strings
They weighed on me for good
They were a heavy factor for the sake of surrendering your entire being to mind matters
But they were more weightless than a feather to remember
In fact if I came out of that deep thought, I'd give a tug on them to send me back
There were moments of surrender
Moments of excitement
Bordering on the many ideas which sprung
But fear
That they would depart before I could act
Your body traps your thoughts I'm afraid
And sentences them to lockdown
To speak these reactors and impulses your brain shoots off
Deletes the fundamental value to the thoughts
I think this is rather tragic
And again the focus has been taken off of those strings
They secured me in close proximity to that faucet
Yet I sit here giving them very little credit
Foolish
I owe it all to those strings
To that occasional tug to send me back to meditation
Maybe this prick of pain numbs my surroundings and gives way to contemplation
There was a sensual side
Nonsense in denying that
Here lay excitement as well
Indulgent?
Not quite
The tension on those six I posses
Only sent longing for more piercings
And more piercings yearned for more tattoos
Leading to immediate mind drawings
Coming back full circle to that other land where a tape recorder trapped my thoughts
Without any spoken effort.