Seed of Madness

My mind is a cluster...
A panoply of chaotic elements... 
And I wonder if I am because humans are...
A thought that brings me no comfort,
As I bide my ever evasive time... 
Remaining to see the end... if for any reason at all, 
Purpose undefined but my resolve is, 
As I watch and wait for the epoch,
As some scurry, wretched and trepid 
When death is the end of all concepts... 
Nay, I imagine life will press on without me,
Toward some great dream that we'll experience while awake...
Or a nightmare besides...
For life was never the stuff of innocence
Beneath every rose every sequestered oasis lies corruption to the roots...
Unbridled forms of death, decay and it's harbingers...
And I...like a leaf on the wind am ever elusive to the madness
While yet fostering a madness all my own... 

Such par for the course and the humans I've known