Amendment 1

Lost in a divergence of thought,
Spun from esoteric melee,
My comprehension became forgot
Before it had a chance to play...
And entertain my pensive state
With mentation morsels aplenty
Linked such wise as to culminate
My forebrain more towards cognoscenti.
But weariness and age are such
That one might think they conspire
To place my sanity out of touch
With lofty reason's hallowed choir...
Ever a bit beyond the reach
Of mood swings mixed with freedom of speech.