When my head was checked

Nothing is so easy
Having one's mind checked
There is nothing but a spur of thought
Heavy metal stuck in my mind
Intake of water responsible
Nothing but the hum or a whisper

What was the angle when I was young?
I remember so little of it then
That time and tide has come and pass
Trapped in an Eddy, oh beloved Rip current
What have you done to me?

Sacred thought or focus has nothing to do
But the loss and angle of what could be
That burrowing widow in my mind
Think and thought becomes lost
Like anything else it is trying to be sacred 

But there was nothing to grab is that one sees
Nothing great to come towards thee
Only a holiday time
A single shirt that could be worn would never
Girls and guys shall not find their peace
Because of company bringing excitement
Burrowing the means of which it is
Listening to a tune

But a single blur has come to my head, just a mere thought 

When my head was checked.