We try to everything explain,
Project thoughts,
Convert complicated to plain,
All in vain,
Surrounded by Theories,
Or the mutterings of the insane,
We live in constant Fog,
With or without drugs,
That certainly disrupt,
Our 'thinking' brain,
Plagued,
By our erratic actions,
Never explained.
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I could have sworn I voted you a 10. It says,1 vote- 8. I must've clicked wrong. I love this poem. and I was writing more here but it turned poetic and not half-bad so I decided to keep it and let you inspire my new poem with this truly excellent work. I will credit you if and when I finish it.