Life tale wise once upon a time through sober relaspe
I started thinking of ill means to plunder wrought moment of life
Not noticing that mortality had pointed out my life

By gawd as small fry at length
though striving toward life success
through boney option
marks my determination to sooner or later measure up and succeed at life

Dear gawd
Though less driven life moments may often distract me from feeling alive
hopefully I'll continue to muster gawdly ego to remind me that life how I wanna live.

Striving though not feeling alive
Through restlessness
I'm closer to grave resort

Living though feeling buried alive
I constantly dig up dirt
With hope to uncover
My elusive dirt nap

Dear gawd periodically alive I'm loosing at living

Ooh gawd it be nor time which Upheave ye of below whom once strived to pave ole means beneath feet over bent knees

Ooh gawd aimlessly headed upstream this day uproot slimy stepping stones
Unlike shockingly downstream view of untraverse mudslide

Not heeding through waste of space I splurge
Not believing initially my what hurts

Til I'm urged to purge not timeless space but what psyche emptiness avoids

Ooh gawd as recluse sole by entertaining smothering nothingness

I rue not embracing lack of grasping ones own evasive conundrum

(Though self defeating rut how does it feel to want)