I have screamed at the sky,
Hammered at the ground,
Spat in the waters;
Cursed and questioned all I've found.
I have run around in circles,
I have walked in straight lines,
I have exercised to exhaustion;
But still not cured this restless mind.
And now I lay here,
Under thick canvas of black;
Muttering bittersweet nothings at the stars,
Who do not deign to answer back.