The search for mankind

I write this out of a disrespecting nature.
Nothing to do with my part time rage.
But I practice life as if I'm arguing with children.
This strange intent.
I feel like a doctor of words,
Other than these words and the way they operate.
I just keep going on and on until the madness ends.
Which it never will.
I've become a boring individual
With a bad taste in habits.
Setting a match to ruled out conformity.
So anti establishment.
And in this vision I create a madness all my own.
Just so you're aware.
Conscious is a cause between permanent
Ideation.
And my soul will always seek it.