No method in this madness
No patterns to discern
It's all a big jumbled-up randomness
Puzzle without the picture
Riddles without answers
Crossword without keys
and I'm foolish enough to think there's a reason
or meaning behind all the babble
to think that these are the wings
that took you down before you even flew
to think I can understand you
if I dissect this insane fake clues
This is just another dead-end
For it has no head or tail
Just a mirror of unfathomable you
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