Barmy

I feel my mind conceiving
A plan that may mislead me
So I'm watching very closely
All the thoughts my mind might think

Is it silly not believing
That what I am perceiving
Might not be what I think it is
Or what it ought to be?

Now I feel I'm going crazy
To think that I'm so lazy
As to let my mind control
What my senses sense for me.

You must think me mad
And I'll admit, maybe a tad
I'm just not sure
How to start on fixing it

Any suggestions from crowd?
Do you think that I'm allowed
To think my thoughts
The way I want to think them?

Okay, time to settle down
I'll take off the wedding gown
And try to throw away
My wedding cake

I've decided on my own
That my thoughts are mine alone
And I'll think them from now on
Without your help

And thank you for the ear
With which you lent to hear
The rantings of the head
Outside my mind.