Thoughts crowd my already cluttered head
Of what might have been, of what has been said
Oft times fly too fast and we soon are dead
The body moves on but there's nothing in the head

I watch on as life flutters past
Others reach hard but know not what they grasp
Too often dreams, they end too fast
And reality slaps; I see the truth at last

Desires rage deep and obsessions rise
Popularity and acceptance; I see through the guise
Verily fame can taunt and mesmerize
It usually comes with the notion of size

I have spoken as heart has to mind
Yet general acceptance has yet been in kind
I wallow in deep and dark thoughts; a terrible bind
Revenge and dark memories surface; they're unkind

I have a bad headache and am extremely restless...fuck....
Don't try to understand...there's nothing to comprehend and
"Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose." - V