I hold information like I'm a DVD,
Better yet I hold information like me,
I've thoughts all in my mind,
Like they are compressed by time,
Sorted in categories by the rhyme,
Thoughts that don't speak, Like a mime,
Thoughts not able to be put into words,
They can't be translated or transferred,
Thoughts split into thirds,
One third are the happy thoughts,
Thoughts of memories both old and new,
Thoughts of both fun, And relaxing too,
The second third are the depressing thoughts,
The thoughts created by struggles,
Created by life experiences,
By all of my five senses,
The last third are chaotic,
If analyzed I'd be labeled psychotic,
I've so many thoughts it's quixotic...
