A follower It doesn't know what to do. This germ of perfection is meant For a nicer world. I'm a no good keeper of the spark. No good at Figuring out who to trust Who to serve.
Why? Is there a lesson in it? Is it a facet of a perfect tale? Or is it just another pointless detail Like how reality does? Probably just not being attached To not being fat.
Sure we have fun One time though I wished we watched more movies And the wishmaster would ruin it As usual And we'd end up roommates In a hospice ward Watching a Sylvester Stallone marathon