Thinking Aloud.

This is what follows, once I've started.

History repeats itself.

Not necessarily.

But the machine always flunks.

When it becomes necessary.

Rhymes, I'm bored of

Statistics, mundane

Truth, sans absolution

Makes things meaningless.

The adventure must go on.

Since that's the rule, they say

But rules, who is fond of?

Brains with no matter gray.

Design the divine

Praise the pristine

Define the line

But,

Keep track of time.

The days roll out

Drop by drop

And all we do is

Talk and talk.

The trouble with us, is

We think we are wise

And every mocking moment

Makes us pay the price.

Confidence? No complaints.

We were talking of paints

Or were we just pretending

To cover the time we're killing?

Oh, forgive my brain, my heart

It's burden plays no part

Gibberish is tax-free

Greatness, temporary.

Yet, I contradict

Evolve, a better word

Fickle, a worse one,

Where is the third?

Is that the waiting crowd?

Ask them to wait for me.

Till my conscience proud

Allows me to to be

What I do not want,

And what I claim to hate

Till I've set the records

"Normal" and "straight".