I hope these words won't fail me, not
that I'm worried my thoughts can't be, bought
from some failed memory, see
these things won't be like allegory, free
from my constant monotony, falling
into a pit of true uncertainty, calling
whatever can be the deepest rooted tree, knowing
its inside my mind swaying like a sea, flowing
freely on the onset of hyperactivity, jump
at the sight of my soul solely, slump
back into the fall of feeling lonely, could
you ever feel this way anecdotally, would
anyone know if this is noteworthy?