I really don't; until inspired, but even then
it'll be pigeonholed turn'd swarmy
made indigestible until upchucked
onto my dinner's plate while oblivious
to reconsume by dim moon's light
so unwittingly discontent w/ fullness
that serves a few things so-so, but
only one dreamt well
laying on my back snoring
as I'm waking-up continually short-changed
long been forgotten but the need to
keep moving resides ever dormant
propelling me onward into
each passing-day
behind the footsteps of this guy
in front of me that I seem
to always be chasing
for the instant-moment when I'm found-out
quickly turned-upon onto his face made-out
a familiar one that I just can't place...

So now I'm imploded beyond carefree
aimlessly coexisting until somebody else
cares enough for me to set us free
to where I've never roamed, but would
gladly go by myself or w/ company in tow
8th Density unplumbed virtual odyssey
unappeasing all: one remarkable-*******
yet still granted the reigns
of commercial-grade
wizardry trying hands landing feet
providing these serfs w/ a drop to drink
from color palette smeared on toilet seats
that never became because this realm
my building hasn't unlocked plumbing
in their infancy of liquid-age so fluent
it's charming if one were to ask me?

Granted prayer w/ fervent evaporation
that'll atone well for all this rampant
******* that was promised
delivered but being the Chief allows not
for mistakes so wasn't inflicted mind-agony
so they'll forever be in-remittance to me
now inadvertently I've
created monsters for misery
thinking back on how
I started this all-out terribly
so here came the stone's-Age
when a galactic-crater fell suddenly
issuing a puddle's mirth of nepsis-souls
swimmingly serene (that's the cut-scene)
and my rebirth from out this dream
suddenly realized by two bruiser-hands
latching my neck yanked-out into
roomed-eyes of strangers now gasped my first breath
and ****'n cried aloud since my spot
kicked from you off the cloud
now I'm growing.