Rave of the drunk Philosopher

I sit here drinking sweet wine,
And I feel alone, but alive.
All this is good and fine,
But my mind is burning hive.
It buzzes with questions and answers,
Ask and you may hear a few,
All you need to do is be a dancer.
And as you dance your speech you'll hear what I brew.

It's neither real nor fake,
Nor hard or soft,
But I have more of it than you can take,
With little reason to keep me aloft,
Aloft in my journey through my mind,
It's so chaotic,
And I admit you'll be scared at what you find.
But that’s not neurotic,
Its real.Cause we all have to think,
Everything we feel,
And yet, it gone before we can blink.