Nothing Is the Same

Consistency ruined my very existence No fun for the one they call talented Work is my second bed, fun is but a dream Spirals twirl within my mind constantly Miny typhoons pillage my thought process To be great means being alone My work fails to meet my comfort level Comforted not, I search for the love that I lost The fun we once shared is no longer amusing Seriousness has weakened me tremendously The ache of my heart causes many hurricanes The ongoing search for what was Ruined by greatness, poisoned by intelligence