The unrelenting surge of emotions was incessant
Sleep evading the poor lad was all but inevitable
Even though the body wanted sleep, the brain had an influx of thoughts in his head
Tried hard to sleep, but as always he met a dead end(to sleep)

Attempts to pacify his own self often ended in intricate lores of mysteries
Talking to himself, he asked What's the problem, man?
And at once ten thousand of them swarm in his head
Outnumbered by the thoughts, off went he into the temporary shroud of his utopian world

To certain problems, his fecund imagination was the only diluted solution
As the reality was all but acid rain
Always challenging the reason for his very existence
The futile search for the script of his presence continued

Time was never on his side,
To be able to do things, he had to compromise
Slipping into reverie was something out of his control
But the reality brought him down! Down to the vacuous and stolid life

Does it take a hard-bitten thorny journey to being not empty?
Why couldn't everything boil down something as simple as 2+2=4?
Maybe he'd have to sing Carolina Liar's Show me what i'm looking for to come to the solution
And he could have all the answers he has been yearning to discover.

The levels of catastrophe in his mind could never come to light
Maybe the denouement will tell.