Knowledge is a burden which I must keep:

A looming cloud of dark reality

Thoughts trouble me e'en as I try to sleep

Even though my mind tries hard to break free.

But no, I would not trade my gift for gold,

Although these ideas oft encumber me,

I love the way the brilliant thoughts unfold

Lavish theories and fears of what may be.

Extent of thoughts out of proportion grow

Your mind talks faster than your brain can think

Remember mem'ries which you do not know

Inside your mind, normalcy nears the brink.

Conversing, though, these topics rarely see:

Except with few, who mean the world to me.