Not my script

It rearranged my heart and reset my mind I can feel it all the time but it's always behind I can't see ahead but I can hear what is left The feelings in my heart were replaced in the rest The bad shit is now in my liver and the love in my body is going to a different place I try to beat it up and keep it where it was but it's running faster than the wind in my hair The good shit has no air, it's waiting to go underground My feet are flying but my head is not in the clouds Why is everything like a dream that I could never direct Why is every director ahead of the future but I'm behind on the past Why is dreaming a luxury my house can't accept I fear my apples are rotting in a tree and even the ocean couldn't be enough I fear it is now six feet deep