You're losing you

I can see it in your eyes,
there're wild animals in your mind,
look like many, herds, 
escorting your thoughts.

How did you let them in,
big mind you must have,
with huge eyes, wide open,
and from the roses you like, 
thorns prick your fingers,
and your face's pictures
show it, you're hurt, 
but smiling. 

The gathering of the herds.
Where the.... others showed up?
One word one lion ?
One stabbing one wolf ?
Feels like jungle, go hunting, 
chase the wild with the risky.

You never stay in one place, 
but you carry them with you,
seems to feel like 
being in their place,
always away from a home, 
in your home.

You read a little of a book standing,
eat laid and sleep seated
waiting for the light, 
when the mornings
do the same too.
You don't like the mornings 
when still searching for their light.

Why you're searching all the time
without looking for something,
thoughts are powering you,
natural energizers, consuming yourself,
you're consumed unhappily. 
Enjoy watching the sea,
don't wonder what's on 
it's other side and leave 
while staying there. 

You look at the mirror and see nothing. 
Where are you.  
You seem to think, it's not worthy it.
But everything ? Everybody ?
Who's remote, you or the others.
Where those you looked for are ? 
Your are leaving us, if you could look at me 
and see my conserns, would you stay with us.