A long, clandestine intricately boundless system
Of pulleys, levers, chains, automation and oil lubes
I seem to hold several flower pedals
Just as they disintegrate or perhaps misshape
Within moments they become sand grains
Pains in the neck and a leg movement that urges strain
And all I can explain to anyone is
Some sort of sugar-y coating that eases the pain
Injects a piece of mind and flaps its wings
Like a grandiose crane
And even though I wake or attempt sleep insane
It seems to be worth the spare change
More than a tax is paid for living in some claustrophobic
Lead-filled urban range
People are strange and my needs are contagious
A disease I spread to myself absent of courageous efforts
But this persists
A simple lift that exclaims “this is it!”
One of few moments where a human being
Manifests itself it me
And I can truly rip off the gooey, fish eye lenses
And see things for just being
Without letting this liquid escape by just peeing
My bladder takes second place
To the new face of powdered grace
And simply realizing I only need happiness at a steady pace
After urging this instant matrix of hooray
And space, infinite
I need my space.
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