Now, Usually I Feel  Good  (Maybe?), But 
 This  Time  Of Confusion  Also  Leads To 
 All  Analyzes Ending In  "Useless"  -  I 
 Was Being  Bothered  By Something  In  A 
 Song  Or Movie Or  Book, So I Think, How 
 Would  I  Have  Done  It,  What  Is  The 
 Purpose  Of This Process,  What Does  It 
 Consist  Of...? And  Through The Process 
 More And  More  Pieces  Falls  Off Until 
     I'M Standing There With Nothing.     
                                          
 Reductionist Hell -                      
 I Wan'T A Bottom Floor, A Concept        
 Bedrock, But The Deeper I Go The More    
 Abstract They Are, The Things, Until     
 They Cease To Be Things At All           
                                          
 Are We Just Stacked Triangles? There Is  
 Nothing I Can Do With Triangles. They    
 Can Not Shelter Me In Any Meaningful     
 Sense.                                   
                                          
 And When I Can'T Even Anchor Myself,     
 When I Am Nothing But The Question, It   
 Feels Like It Can All Slip Through My    
 Fingers... "Whoops", And Nothing Ever    
 Was After That.