Random goes tandem with insane in the brain,
I try for the score that is more then the rest,
Passed test, the best.

Yet no one knows nothing now and everything later,
Can't understand the thoughts in my mind, the kind that you find
To be strange and deranged will all be changed.

But hence they make sense in the right pretense
The stream of my dreams pour forth from the lake of my mind.
The mirth of their birth from this firth is too fast to grasp.

Dripping down into darkness, slipping through fingers, ripping open a tear
Never meant to be there.  Don't care how I fare,
Or stand there and stare, stealing dignity from me as plain as can be.

Myself is my own, neither water nor stone
I may be alone but am still flesh and bone,
And may my thoughts be known
More or less,
To be meaningful to the meaningless.