Insanity

This is insanity. Some days you just can't express yourself through writing, every thought in your head just seems to be fighting and everything seems to be working against you, even the lighting. When one idea hits your mind another one comes from the other side and when the two collide, all that's left are the scraps of what could have been the next thing people hear when they remove their caps. No words work and nothing rhymes with rhyme, that's when you realize your running out of time. You throw some words together and hope it flows, you don't think it'll be much more than prose. You read back through it and suddenly you have something much more valuable than just another four verse hook with the right amount of syllables. At first it seems to ramble and then once it comes into focus, the words unscramble. You have before you pure imperfection, the most basic requirement for humanity. You just summarized the entire human thought process and at first, called it; insanity.