Too many word, too fast to write down
And the greatest bit of all is that they make no sound
Though you may see me quiet and calm
Internally, cognition is perpetually so loud it is profound
Some noise is foolish, like a child learning speech
Random patterns in unorganized sequences to which they peak
And as my physical being, I may appear small and meek
But if you could hear the noise inside, it would be clear that I am not weak
I break barriers with words, provoking mindfulness to all
As my heart desires truth, my mind unrelentingly answers each call
Through pain, through evil I do fight, but the one thing I can't shake:
I must be ever cautious as I climb to my transcendence
There remains an equal and opposite potential that I may fall
