Analysis of I don't want to run out of...

I've lost something but I don't want to fall...

Maybe I've ran out of Particle acceleration

I found creator and caught too many balls

The awe then became overrated

So I asked the devil to slow him down

But he was just more thought giving

Then I acted like a clown dancing round the living

I sat my mind down in creatorship with meditation

And prayed for the longest ever reconsiliation

It was even more beautiful enough I didn't need those lost balls

I quit my jobs and found the endless meanings of life were all milk eggs and vegans.

Having boring claws that sparkled but now I remembered how much I loved putting on the polish.

There are things in memory you can't wipe out despite the dementia and desease or lack their of.

Helpline it is?