I thought, That maybe, just maybe, You were interested in the workings of my mind. How it ticked and tocked. Why the emotions ricked and rocked. When the creations exploded out, In a scurrying storm, I acted insane; Gloriously insane. But yet, The initial hope And wear of my first-seen happiness Has grown too tacky and lifeless For the likes of you, Because what I am? What I have become, created and exposed Through time and written notes? *You don't enjoy it like the way you used to.