At times my thoughts are profound and dark
At times things I think are austere no spark

At times they consume causing much agony
At times I allow them to progress too gluttony

At times I have lost every bit of self control
At times losing all semblance heart and soul

At times not able to be the person others see
At times making me who I don't want to be

At times my thoughts fill up with curiosity
At times in my mind they breed ambiguity

At times my thoughts never leave me alone
At times fighting within confidence blown

At times asking questions over and over again
At times dealing with them a total frickin' drain

At times wishing life for me had been different
At times absent searching in total bewilderment

At times like being smack in the middle of a rugby scrum
At times contemplating where the hell did that come from

At times yes my thoughts are gloomy and mysterious
they are mine though at times they drive me delirious