Don the cynical

I don’t find your giddiness in the mornings so fruitful for my day

It turns me around and around so I can’t seem to fake a perfect image of a professional disposition

I do not see the mysterious workings of the seemingly magical people as boundless

They have shortcomings and are not powerful in the ways I had believed

And I am also not as powerful as I had hoped

I do not sense the earth as strongly

I do not long for the greatest adventures

I am sympathetic towards those who do

I am envious of those who take the next step

Oh It’s a blurry wall I keep hitting in this blurry past time

This past time of thinking and pulling back to watch the thoughts form

Pull back far enough and new systems appear

New galaxies sometimes

New Ways of thinking

Oh the new and refreshing

Living outside of your dreams in duller dreams can be made colorful by pulling back

Sentimental old heart still longing for the mind to blow up and spit out a tunnel to the soul

A way to the lost things

Oh the earth is deep

I am cheap

Leaking out fancy renditions of a genuinely comedic act

After hitting a wall enough times self analyzing will then get you running in circles

Away from the wall - so scary...  better to find my out this way

Stop laughing where is enlightenment you hiding fuckers

You better be out there

Here is uncourageous me

Not believing in you