My writings do indeed display my insanity
there is not even a single inch of man in me
yet i'm a member of humanity
the mundane is filled with vanity
I use the trees of nature as a canopy
pouring thoughts rain down
my brain is influenced by sound
especially when white noise is in-bound
pulsating peculiarities pound
through what is normally found
to be incorporeal
fall into the position of an oracle
I was told "living free is affordable"
as well as "improve upon everything to do with the cortical"
spoke to my soul in the innermost reigion of the skull