Post Factum
You talk a lot, my dear;
Whatever are you saying?
Your eyes flitter from here to there,
But at what are you really looking?
You gesticulate so much
Are you incapable of explicating?
Or merely so lazy enough
To have forgotten how?
You think and stress and despair a lot
Over imagined 'what ifs' and 'might bes'
Yet, I've never known you to analyze
Just how lost you seem...
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The Ramblings of A Lunatic
RandomThis is a record of the thoughts in my head through the current span of my life. It is not a novel. It will have pieces of poetry and full blown rants. I hope that anyone reading this will be able to relate. And if you actually are reading this 'jo...
