Do you not want a happy ending because it's predictable? Or is your life too misrable? Does everybody else need to feel your intangible? Despair or are you indelible?

They seek and they seek,
Meek, bleak, and they speak,
That the ones who can are the ones who reek,
Only a fraud for that one is unique,
To their eyes, but not to the peak,
Those who see, whom like to tweak,
With machines of life and of the cheek,
Words that arouse the minds obliques,
Through visions and laws where there is no physique,
Just all even from odds that creak.

What should I do,
Today's sunny too,
Dear living clue,
Lend me a shoe,
Maybe undo,
The evil brew,
Riding to you,
On your canoe,
So give me two,
Ideas to,
Relate a new,
Concepting stew,
To change the hue,
Of color blue,
So time would *****,
This bolt into,
A place once true,
To brains of poo.

Why do you do what you do,
For many it is said for bounty adieu,
To live as long as they can reach,
Held in love that was not preached,

So,
Why do you do what you do,
Made in choice and decisions anew,
Lined with the convictions of the soul and hue,
Written in stone or chanced by clues,

So,
Why do you do what you do,
Searching for a golden cue,
Cure for the soldered shame,
Living towards a blackless blame,

So,
Why do you do what you do,
Is it for naught or is it for thought,
Is it for the righteousness in your mind that you sought?

He said,
Come down here!

I said,
*When you're up there?

I see a picture of a being,
Standing tall smiling and being,
An individual.

Not so similar,
Not so dicferent,
But I will remember you as we pass,
Into the wind as we are the ash.

He asks me why wonder,
You can know by a flick of the wrist,
By the bruise on the skin,
Sliding through the memory of memories.

Why wonder?
Because of the questions and the mist,
The uncertainty of holy and sin,
Finess bridging the simulation of falacy.

I love to wonder,
It tells me the story of a stranger,
It may not be true to all, but that is my wager,
It tells me the state of my soul, should I be in danger.

In a world where reality is fantasy,
Where living alive is the ultimate dream,
In the goal of surviving, fictional as it seems,
Where adults are children, having fun in an epic eternity.