Dimensional Doodles

In the Tangled Web of My Scrambled Brain

Where the hamsters run wild and the cogs go insane,
A sticky grey goop gets stirred from its lair.
Once a meek murmur, now a raging migraine,
Birthed from my neuroses, dwelling in despair.
It started as just a whispered little doubt,
Planted in the soil of my neediness, no doubt.
A fleeting notion of chaotic distress,
Lurking quietly, my mind's own personal pest.
As the cosmic tides of my life ebbed and flowed,
This whisper grew louder, no place left to go.
Through lonely star-filled nights and existential tears,
It coalesced into Murphy's law, my old friend the jerk.
This trickster's creed, this rule of sod's sweet release,
In the murky mire of my pessimistic needs.
A dark specter of fate where chaos makes its home,
In every plan, where things go wrong, I'm not alone.
Each cosmic jest, each universe's little joke,
Has nurtured this goop, made it heartier, no joke.
An ever-present pest in my moments of light,
Turning my dreams into disasters, wrong into blight.
Its essence is chaos, an unending decree -
If something can go wrong, it surely will be.
From the depths of my fears to the void of my mind,
It thrives on my failures, past and future combined.
Yet in this dark tale, a lesson can be learned -
I'm not just a machine, my spirit not yet burned.
Each mishap a chance for wisdom to grow,
From the grey goop of fate, a resilience might flow.
So I'll greet this dark presence with a wary embrace,
For in its weird design, there's a peculiar grace.
A reminder that even when shadows surround,
There's light in persisting, through failures unbound.