My Condition

My head is filled with nonsense,
 stupid shit not worth the while
 I just can't stop the damn thing,
 constant thinking, no comply
 And late at night when I try eagerly to fall asleep
 my restless mind won't let me
 concentrate on counting sheep
 Do you like my thoughts of insanity,
 it's my own recipe
 I am sorry but I can't seem to handle reason
 I am worried of my instability,
 could use some remedy
 You may check my condition
 I'm sick of my tinnitus,
 silence is a precious kind
 I might be close to schizo
 but for now I think we're fine
 At least I'm not talking to a bearded man up in the sky
 But I guess being sane has different ways
 of being wright
 I am a freak
 I'm not unique
 But I will be
 A parody
 I'll try to go back to sleep