THE REPETITIVE INSURGENCY OF MY NEURONS, WITHIN ME, ABOVE.
I'm losing touch of *humanity*.
Can I feel is what I ask myself.
Do you recall my last *ode*?
I won't say in details but do you recall?
The one about memories?
It happened again.
I forgot again.
On this crucial day.
At a very latter time,
It occurred again.
I feel shameful,
That my heart has gone scald.
What's the point?
And still repeating it.
Like the hands of a clock,
I feel twined.
Twined to the fact that my ode stands strong.
Twined so strong that my mind's gone blast.
Is this a *bleat*?
"*The repetitive meanders of an eternal buffoon*?"
I laugh at the title itself.
Cos what's the point?...
The repetitive insurgency of my neurons,