a noNsenSical tHouGht sonG

courtesy - Mindux692 (deviantArt)

I'm a nonsensical thought song... walking around.. looking around.. going round and round..

I make no sense to most, and that's okay because I am on the fence about most.

Do I like or do I care? Maybe like just enough to care or care just enough to like without liking that I care or caring if I like.

I'm reasonably irrational and irrationally reasonable, and I ask why is it that I find reason in ration and search for ration in reasons.

I'm infamously unfamous and more importantly unimportant, but life is too infamous neither being important.

I'm fashionably knowledgeable and knowledgeably unfashionable, but it doesn't matter anyway cos I've no knowledge of fashion.

I'm sensitive about my insensitivity, or maybe I am insensitive about sensitivity, but does it matter either way cos I seem to be warming up to being cold.

There is purpose somewhere that waits for me but I don't seek it on purpose cos being purposeless seems purposeful to me.

I am lyrical but too cynical, maybe a bit discerning in how concerning I find the numb responses to my dumb despondence.

So you see how I am a nonsensical thought song who walks around and looks around, but am always around to go round and round?