I've gone beyond challenge;

it's mystery we really mean.



in all fits of rage,

-that never mean a thing-

I don't say a word worth keeping.

Because hormones sometimes

cloud the brain.

And must be the rain from that.



It's a series of events.

And none of them make sense.



That's why we should ignore my

tiny fits of unrest-

the ones where I seem unhappy. . .



but you've challenged all of those

already.