I have so many wild soul gnawing questions that my mind is left spinning like an old movie reel
These are never the questions that you can ask just anyone,
but questions that you have to ****** out of yourself
Almost... when you're not looking
Finally... after your hands are dripping with your own blood from digging around so completely within your own thoughts
When you can taste the salt from your tears dripping down your face mixing with the snot that reminds you what a disaster of a mess you have gotten yourself into again
and you STILL question, ponder, wonder, DIG

That's when you'll lknow what the **** i'm talking about.