...Intro...

Too fucking hyper,
And I want nothing more than to talk.
But I can't talk because I don't want to ramble...
Mindless...
The mindlessness of the ramblings,
Rivaled by... none...
Mindless to the max.
Talk to me, and learn the secrets of the universe,
In one sentence.
Look into my eyes, and see the pain of the multitudes.
Peer into the windows to my soul,
And see.
See the pain of my mortality,
Morality,
And questions of of the unknown,
Unspoken ramble of all mindless rambles.
Look deep, and nonsense becomes sensible,
And senses throw you a curve
As you follow me and find out,
Exactly how deep the rabbit hole really goes.
Deep.
Deep, into my soul.
My mind goes to the very equilibrium of me,
That makes one quiver.
I am deep.
Therefore you must dig,
To get me.
Or, get me not.
Be careful what you wish for,
Because there is more depth to me,
Than one may wish to know.
Mindless ramble?
I think not...
Ramble?
Yes.
But not mindless.
Depth, equals me,
Plus the crazy, mixed up rambles sound mindless,
To the untrained ear,
But is poetry.
Flowetry.
Words unfaultered by me, and mine.
This is me...