Thinking man

IT started out gradual like most scarring disease, the die-a-gnostic: my regristration, that it was inside of ME i try to compell it, to do my biddings; but taming it is like taming a lion: eventually it attacks me, it lashes,thrashes, burns and throws, images FOREVER LASTING, it's hard to forget but yet i lose myself time isn't the same. I am differed from the rest, I AM a thought in forever ponder: i wonder if i ever get any rest, the thinking man i be the thinking man i will the thinking man i have the pose will never get old.