A Jumbled Mess
Eating food,
reaps its reward.
Dead are dead alike.
Nothingness envelops you
and suffocates you.
Questions... or Queries...?
On top of the world
to you, a tiny speck.
It humbles you to be up so high.
Unicycles fall like rain,
quizzing me on whether waffles or poptarts are best.
I wonder what is wrong with the world,
how everything changed so fast,
can all I do is lay down and accept my fate?
In Your Name
You remain in blissful ignorance,
to me, the equivalent of (or as close as it is possible) to perfect.
Nothing can be done, for fear of loss or rejection,
Everything I say to her is carefully thought over.
Always running through my mind,
But I can do nothing to stop you from ruling over my life,
herself, making me jump whenever she is near.