So, is it madness that causes us to swirl our dreams on parchment?
Do we spill ink-drop-angst, our personal-blood for mass ridicule?

Are we broken-lovers seeking an analysis of the heart?
Are we deeper, less topical than mere words, these scribblings?
Are we ******-scientists contemplating confusion of the human mind?

For to find such answers is to know thyself &
to know thyself makes all the difference in the world.

But, do we ever truly know ourselves?
That my friends, is the biggest question of all &
certainly, the mystery!