I think all day, I think all night, it whirrs around my head.
I know it's not that good for me;
I'm always full of dread.
...
A thick headache,
a fatigue, that never clears;
the source of my unhappiness,
the source of my tears.
...
Failure and fallacy,
has sent too much
that's bad to me.
Headache slowly
...