Uneasy Ending

So I know the understanding of my mind Mad, twisted, and fogged with clutter Tall sequoia trees, stacked tops in a forest To all I seem normal, as a regular “guy” pores through mines Deep within my skin however lies abnormality From A’s ends to Z’s, but in between are scattered letters Like Scrabble letters shaken about within the box Dark I am not, bright not so either A dimly lit dusty desk at dusk, I am A mental tongue twister like the previous line, always Da Vinci-esc I am, an abundance of unfinished dreams Starting is virtuoso, finishing is inept