Why does it rhyme...

Why does it rhyme and when did that start? I have little control of my thoughts as they transfer to word and  spread like an undeserved grey sky of nothingness. Repeating similar themes, solving endless amounts of self indulgent pity. I struggle to solve the same blank puzzle every hour on the hour. Then I choose to burden the innocent with the truth of plight. Said baggage is truly weightless and empty and in all honesty unclaimed. Let's be honest, by comparison there is so little to fret over. Mountains of grammatically incorrect misspelled rants on nothingness. Speaking to no one of no lesson or valid moral. But it helps me, and holds me and sometimes rocks me to sleep. Have you placed your head in the lap of release lately? Have you let your dreams comb through you hair and then rest heavy with the release of thoughtless sleep? I know you, because you are me. With the same abandoned security. Every easter chick turns into an ugly adult that is all but eaten by the world. I cracked a thousand eggs myself today. It's the complete fragility of life in your hand. Stolen. I'd head to the core if I knew what that was for me. Destined to want and not do. To think all is still possible. To fear fearlessness. But I've seen my opposite and she looks tired. No further ahead in the truth of life. Pulled along by the green with the hope of early retire. Ironically we know she can never stop working. As I can never stop wondering. Wandering. Thanks for the thought, my rhyme was like a tick, something I could not unstick. It lingers still and will visit I'm sure but for now I am free of it's demand on me. One down...one thousand to go.