Rambling

Rambling, profound or shallow,insignificant.
Words upon words, falling off the precipice,
So many that it fills my mind, process them, maybe I can't.
They seem to be coming from every orifice,
No significance, empty, nill and void.
Like tiny soldiers in the army of The Paragraph,
But are they yours? or simply employed.
It doesn't make sense to me, I can't do the math.
Rambling, fast, shallow.
What's true emotion? If it seems simply borrowed.