It is.

You know when you do so much thinking that you only lead yourself farther from what you were trying to figure out in the first place? You sort of reach this mystic part of your mind that you subconsciously avoid at all costs. Its always been there, but you hardly know it. I don't know. Maybe it's only me. The voices in my head, they come from that place. It's almost like the voice of reason, yet I refuse to listen. I don't wanna hear it. I shut them out knowing it's my best bet at keeping levelheaded. I drown them so I can carry on. Ignorance is bliss, is it not?