A Worn Out Welcome

Where the infinity grows
The hyperreal number knows
My mind has gone fractal
Which way it will go
nobody may suppose

Oh sealing spirit, you play with my mind
I now have an intensity
such that I am now in a bind
I have suddenly become manic all thanks to you
The words which now come forth
are but from the likes of your kind

Why do you possess me like a puppeteer does?
Please relinquish me mercifully
For my spirit feels as if you will shove

I want to feel free
but you hold me close
and keep me bound
I want to go forth
but yet you keep me around