Why is he always thinking in multiple ways?
Why are his thoughts growing like branches from a tree?
Like living within a dream, within a dream in multiple days
Split universes, different versions exist, shall he ever be free?
He sees a road like all others they so to take
But then all others come his way to confuse his brain
One, two, three, four hundred he should forsake
Though all seem tempting for him, one to gain
All the different paths he thinks of taking
They do crush his skull weighing him down
So which choice should he be making?
Should he try that different town?
He wonders not for the first time why he can’t be ‘normal’
Instead of all these countless thoughts that crowd his mind
People see two sides to him, both formal and informal
But never really see the real him, they’re so blind
So why does he always think, these thoughts crowded
Why does he always think and never make a decision?
Why does he always think and end up dumfounded?
Why does he always think and end up on pointless missions?
Caliburnus Rises 