Nowhere Still

The self is quite a diverse thing when you really look at it, how many parts does a person have, and what exactly makes up those parts?

 

How could it happen, again and again,

My sense fucked in the head,

What is my mind, if not mr. No sense,

It confuses and confounds me, ive no knowledge of it,

Stuck frozen, beating manically with emotion,

My way? I announce to all,

Come hear the tale, the tale of man, out of his emotions, no friend there at all,

Funny it is, you'll get a laugh,

Here is a man. But i don't know him at all.