Grow up
Short version
Lives not a game
Adventures are treasurous
I need a vaccine

Long version
Why?
Maybe a little of
So?
And the traditional
I don't really care.

By Arcassin Burnham


I slip and fall upon the rabbit hole of diamond valley,
Falling for my love,
Breathing for that one treasurous touch,
Looking for my departed equal,
Sands of time
As quick as the Dickens,
I'm drowning in inner and outer existence,
Wishing I was alive but im just a talking corpse,
Pinching myself,
Wake Up!!!
Wake Up!!!
My soul is yelling at me,
Telling me what things are important and
What is not,
Sometimes i wish i didnt know.