Spoiled

My mind fully boiled
Making connections.
That's how my mind spoiled,
Succumbed to infection,

Thought my self out of time.
I act young and feel old.
I'm the mis-metered line, slant-rhymed,
A square peg in a round world.

I despair for the square hole
I might finally fit.
My mind pushes and pulls,
Won't rest 'til I find it.