About the attachments:

I got my head, but my head is unraveling
Can't keep control, can't keep track of where it's traveling
I got my heart but my heart's no good
You're the only one that's understood
I come along but I don't know where you're taking me I shouldn't go but you're wrenching, dragging, shaking me
Turn off the sun pull the stars from the sky
The more I give to you the more I die
And I want you You are the perfect drug
You make me hard when I'm all soft inside
I see the truth when I'm all stupid-eyed


BTW, this poem is about the mind, and its tricks.

With dedication to Robert Bruce and his book Astral Dynamics, in particular the "Taming the mind" chapter.