Nonsense is Nonsense

Tell me something of nonsense 

Like my mind and its contents

Always playing tricks on me

Like what I do and do not see

Like my ears and their game

No one around but I heard my own name

Like my feelings and their bullying ways

Not letting me off the coaster for days

Like my personality and self-actualization

Both made up and imagination

Knowing fully who I am isn't a measurable goal

I can't have a personal interview with my soul

Now this is when you realize I am nonsense

Even though I was in every sentence

Maybe you already realized it and I'm sure you did

But at least you read about me until the end