This manifestation Of the best and rest Thats left in my head Enjoys testing The limits of this infestation I call it reality My analyst Jousts with my imaginist As their horns and halos get locked My head begins to rock Shoulder to shoulder All this yelling has to be blocked This snowball rolling downhill Turns into a boulder comprised of snowflakes Imitating faces of friends shocked shocked at the smolder Left from the forest fire In my mind Each new thought another tree ignited And expanding the blight That i stew over I stir frequently but the bottom still burns And it boils over So the next trial begins