The Cold Shoulder

Doctor,

This is not a check up, nor am I seeking maintenance
I hope you're not rubbed off on by your ongoing patients

Given no advantage to speak when I had everything on my mind,
allowed me to lose sight of this feeling that's built up in time
Although I will explain my traits to my best ability,
and try not to sound like I even know me

Over this pillar, there is a labyrinth
If you follow the runaway clouds, you will be held captive
Cross enemy lines, distinct by shade,
and clean up your mess to end this crusade

I fidget in my stance, and I've seen castles molt into craters
Now that waiting has broke down into courage, I am the narrator
In my world, flowers sing and the skies are laminated in chrome
Publicity is unnecessary; I am already known

I've turned to you as a last resort,
after sweating out this drought to avoid falling short
Surrounded by your presence in this office could fool me again
Claustrophobia nudges at my tongue, and my patience is wearing thin

I can feel the tension in my neck already coming on
This ringing in my ear is a sound that doesn't belong
Of course, I anticipated a lecture with no personal form of hope
Perhaps silence would have been a more gradual approach

The correction you made came from matter over mind
The impression you've made is not one of a kind

I'm falling back into my element
Figuring by now your recommendations are irrelevant