i consciously provoke the imaginative,
wonderous worlds of dreams limited
only by the mind's effort and of the mind's taste,
slowly whimsing away complexly
kissing the flowers with my feet.
i am reliable in that accord,
all the energy forfeited in the
acquisition and of the ownership of
what was never mine to begin with.
i no longer seek to take of the land
that gifts me at every turn.

i unconsciously drive into reality,
flooring the gas, radically soaring through
the air, no consequence or regret too large.
knowing fate to take its course, and to kiss a loving
sweetness as much as bite with a harming maw.
i am incredibly error prone-
and that is how i learn so much.
my everyday decisions yanking me along
with the scratches the wolves of life left
that i have grown so used to, to even forgive.
he gives, he takes away.

we are slaves to this existence, that much is true.
i escape as a pro dreamer, in
the land of freedom that i trust
will gift me fruitful relief in the manifestations
and illusions that build with every problem within
that i happen to fail or succeed;
at the end of that, it is no matter, i endure.

if goodness reigns in your heart,
that is the impact it shall leave behind.
so i hope,
so i pray.

yadda yee yadda yoo
tadal dee tadal doo
deep deep
derp derp
hunga dunga
wunga da flunga
diddy hew
siddle foo
box and durangle
but
bottle shoe