A Ponderance of Self... How fickle I am... Ruled by heart, censored by head... I amuse myself each moment... A peak then a low stagnant flow... A rush to crash, vorticose... Who am I to think... Many dont feel the need... Self-pity a bore... Assists traverse in despairing abyss... Why the hell ponder this... Im elated... Yet going deep... No tragedy... Perhaps true self I seek... To what end... Assurance that elations not a fickle friend... Makes sense of sorts... Ponderance may cease... For a time... Ill not count... But taste the moment now...