I've inhabited the inner industrial walls of my head
ever since I can remember.
Willing to sacrifice trivial pleasure for thought,
potential and significant conversation
was too often dismissed as lo-fi dissonant crosstalk.

There wasn't an abundance of characters
in the confines of my elitist circle,
which was essentially a nonlinear grey area
suppressed and pulled back out
from time to time for self-evaluation.

I was far too conscious of new-fangled opinions
and young judgment.
Because so little of what I did wasn't preemptive,
even the yellow and orange playground equipment
was compromised,
which was honestly never to inviting.

Jonas is just too busy
never not bored while he's working
cause with too much time on my uncallused hands
productivity and near ended jobs are not an issue
soon they will be
and I too will be inconvenient and preoccupied
too ******* to answer a phone when it rings on loud
I will be too busy for electronics

I'm gonna dig a tunnel to the ocean
I know I can't surf or kinda swim
But I'll bring a pan and shovel
Cause I just might build my castle in the sand