Overwhelmed, underwhelmed,
Who knows?

Drifting, searching, overreaching
Overreacting.

Deleting, defeating, and fleeing.

Gray and gloomy with a chance of heatwave

Disturbed dreams, and a possibility of having a thought.

Hot and cold, hanging my head in pity, putting on my mask to approach the day, with something sarcastic and witty

In my back pocket, like my weapon arsenal, my only defense, is offense
Saying something silly

To make you laugh, as long as you feel better, I feel better.

But the monotony of mediocrity, or less than, attacks me

If I were rich, I'd give it to the poor

But since I'm not, I'll share my bread crumbs.