I actually read something this time and didn't have a panic attack. :-)
Here's what I read:

Oh this mortal coil,
Oh how it has my head spinning!
Round and round in circles I go, never much time for contemplation or to catch our breath until the day we die.
Why?
Modern science makes it this way.
Though I've grown skilled at keeping it all at bay.
Call me a recluse if you will,
but all this stimulation is a bit too much for me.
I guess I have too much distaste for modern day society.
My mind is constantly active enough as it is,
I've often been told that I "think too much."
Perhaps the curse of creativity?
Whatever it may be,
this life and the way I'm living it,
It aint for me.
I often wish I could go back a century at least,
Perhaps then I would be able to find my niche.