I am now actually feeling old, and so currently being as an adult. My mind would need to unfold, with a sickness, I'd have insulted.
Spongebob has such funny episodes, which has me watch, feeling as a kid. Then my spirited instincts could explode, under any of gazing, seeming: third eyelid.
Itβs amusing, to watch like a child, while my attention seeming absurd. Since I love watching, thinking wild, just to any whimsical, funny word(s).
I could watch just then any day, so could have instinct elevated. My feeling do not then seem gray: my thoughts arenβt complicated.
This poem is about how I watch as a kid. It is in ABAB form and has 100 words, as my other works do.