It chose me


I could put forth my best effort to use the extent of the dictionary to explain my odd thoughts
My solemn thoughts
Maddening
Soliloquy
Jovial
Effervescent
Inquisitive
My mind
I think about how we experience a thought, idea, or even a moment
Yet we tell it backward as we type away
Almost as if I scooped up a bit of ethers and plummeted it into verbiage
What a tedious task to take on
But I would implode 
If I didn't
Write
A mind that is always working
Absorbing
Condensing
I didn't choose writing, you see
The dilemma presented itself to me
I just figured this would be cheaper than residency in a ward
If it wasn't this, then talking to myself would have been the next release of choice
Even though a fair amount of that occurs enough already
So I type away
Bringing mayhem down into discourse
Walking into the fog with a pathetic flashlight and an untied shoe, hoping I forge through with a masterpiece

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