There's nothing more to write about,
Nothing left in the way of allegory,
I've fought many battles in my mind,
By now you must be tired of this story.
I'm compelled to listen to my itinerant mind,
The vicissitude of mental musing is so full of mirth,
Adjectives and alternatives you'll easily find,
Such a lame excuse for a pointless birth.
And happy endings I've seen only on paper,
Its delusional to write a Utopian tale,
No one has time for art or literature,
When needed most, this mind will surely fail.
So let me bask in the entropy,
Sometimes sounds merge into silence,
A mental riot birthed by anarchy,
I need a reason to disrupt the violence.
