I don’t want to think about it years of careful thoughts have led to endless headache my swollen mind has raised the challenge and the blunt world has beaten it down silently creaking wheels of mental machinery entire spheres of cogitation just spinning in a circle of schematic signals and diagrams the foolish billowy blast of intellect is mosh I wielded.
My scholarly scalpel and now my fingers.
Are bleeding my beaten and bruised mind now lies in the hospital silently turning the one white.
Thoughts and even that is despair.
No don’t ever let your mind go to your head you..