Sometimes your brain can feel like
Chemistry class,
Thoughts always reaching critical mass,
Until it’s a chain reaction,
Of all work,
Or all play,
With no satisfaction,
And that doesn’t make it any easier
To maintain homeostasis,
When your heart is on stasis,
When you’re blue like raw copper,
And twice as afraid
But even when dark matter warps gravity,
And smog clouds your skies,
It won’t help if there’s more thought pollution.
Just remember:
U+X =L/Ve2
And go through the trials,
Until you find a solution.