i have a flagship
full of your thoughts
sailing to

less ness

which constitutes
***** ***** *****
you

I have sound
left-ing and righting
itself

as if you're a whim
aura slim
sim sim sim

i always make you up
to argue with you
about me

I always wake you up
I have to convince you
to believe

you exist
when's so obvious
you don't

what are the feelings
of the made up
people

perhaps you can tell
us who made you
what what