My Condition -

My head is filled with nonsense

Stupid shit not worth the while

I just can’t stop the damn thing

Constant thinking, no comply

And late at night when I try eagerly to fall asleep

My restless mind won’t let me

Concentrate on counting sheep

Do you like my thoughts of insanity

It’s my own recipe

I am sorry but I can’t seem to handle reason

I am worried of my instability

Could use some remedy

You may check my condition

I’m sick of my tinnitus

Silence is a precious kind

I might be close to schizo

But for now I think we’re fine

At least I’m not talking to a bearded man up in the sky

But I guess being sane has different ways

Of being wright

I am a freak

I’m not unique

But I will be

A parody

I’ll try to go back to sleep