I was born with a few odd quirks

That have made life all the more interesting

I was born with a brain

All the doctors have proof

Yet to my disdain

My mind is aloof

For not I do think

My visions are flawed

My mind’s filled with ink

But nothing is drawed

I must have a heart

I’ve got doubts, I’ve got fears

But from my life’s start

My eyes have shed no tears

I feel it in my chest

A steady beat and thrum

And I place my hand over SOMETHING

During the National Anthem

But oh the worst oddity of all

Is a souless abyss that is this

Numb numb

I beat and I thrum

But the ink is spilled

The soul is gone

So I’m leaving now

Farwell hopeful one.

GARRULOUS- talking a lot, especially about something unimportant