Then what?

The more I think about it, the more I see it everywhere...
It's insanity and it slowly drags me along with it, but after the moment's gone,
I realize that it was just in the moment and that the subject of matter is completely
and redundantly overated. And if at the end all I feel is curiously empty because it seems
like it isn't such a big deal to everyone but me...then it's not really worth it..is it?
seriously intrigued,
Me.