But I've never got enough time for it.

Or have I, really?

Or have I just failed horribly in managing my own time?

At the same time,

I've got so much that I want to do.

But all of these just don't seem to fit in my schedule.

These random sparks in my head,

These irregular blasts in my own mental furnace,

I don't know, I just don't know.

I'm drifting back to my old, isolated self.

Only this time, I've got my delusional being as the company.