A little over everything

How do I begin to tell you? That, as in a dream, life's scenes flashes before me In no particular order. That like a toad, leaping and landing in wherever No well designate road That if life was surely a collection of experiences, Then I perhaps may have collected too many of them. because now, like a parliament of owls, they lump up together and gaze at me with disdain doused in profanity How do I begin to tell you? That, I'm looking for the source without a map, just hitting every stop perchance I might stumble on it. That I'm shooting to kill To kill my demons Without aiming, just taking shots perhaps, it will hit. That with my ammunition wasted, a truce is struck. How do I begin to tell you? That like a newborn, it is a ritual that I should cry That I couldn't tell why I couldn't explain it to the house, just wail and let them see. That in that loud cry, is a jigsaw of words and wants They laugh, it brings ecstasy to them... the sound of the cry filled with words they couldn't understand. How do I begin to tell you?