Is this a test of my cynicism?

Or to put it another way,

How gullible am I?

Or is it my addiction/affliction?

And whether I have a say.

Why am I always thinking in circles?

Going round, round in my head.

(Can’t get you out of my mind)

And really that is fine.

But sometimes I dread.

I can see it.

Don’t you?

How stupid this is?

Rooted in cotten clouds

Somewhere made my bed.

But this is me in obscurity

Buried in the noise,

And that is fine.

Don’t you mind it.

You’ll find it when I’m dead..