Missing Pages

One little bookworm
learning the loosely defined terms
that comprise his improvised storyline.
A grandiose epic
with an aesthetic metaphorically based on actual events
go ahead and trace step
to see if it's historically correct.
Simple enough, it's all in how you spin the stuff.
Ain't tryin' to sell nothin' fake,
just exhale pastels that swell
off the canvas and melt into your soul until it's heartfelt.
Reincarnate Don Quixote, spawned
with the fond words he wrote today.
Wave goodbye to lab rat race pace
through inescapable maze
deface every wall with his namesake.
Set into motion, page one.
It's begun. Plenty of time taken to think.
Collect himself, connect the dots
one by one till the links reveal the inked plot.
It's either ascend or sink and rot.
So he stays on the run, to the top.
A nonstop pace that's tracin' the shape of the chase
into the pervasive landscape.
Wind hits face, gotta move while there's sun.


I've gotta know how it all ends,
so I fall into this unfurlin' world
with hindsight that leaves me sprawling.
Still never stallin'.
It's  all in, I'm callin' bluffs. I just don't know
when to fold or give up,
I've gotta live up to the standards I hold
so I can boldly brandish my banner
and ensure that when I vanish the tale is retold.
We all wanna live in infamy,
inspire the infantry and be remembered
with an end akin to infinity.
They say it's all been said and done before,
but hey not the way my head spun the lore.
The vector of every letter points to a sector
where words effect outcomes, directly tethered
to the thoughts that blur the line
between real time and daydreams that occur.
So I prefer a verbal interpretation
of the essence that inhabits my overactive imagination.
Just let me at least be a breath of fresh air,
or a breath taking view that a proud few can declare
they've had the privilege to share.
Minutes diminish I've gotta pen it to the finish within the deadline's limit.