Thoughts into stanzas

My mind runs in spirals.
Never stopping at the highroad.
You'll see my struggles to be free,
free of lies that consume me.
There's deep holes
that can pierce one's soul.
Might run into the occasional bump
that'll throw you to a new road.
So many shades the window wants to be,
never deciding to be me or the cat in the seat.
Lines trying to be straight and understanding,
yet they tend to be a mystery.
So come along
and sing my life thriving songs.