I fall into the cement
And I wonder and question it
Not much is received, not even a scent
So I simply fold and sit,
I sit my buttocks against the hard
The cold, aloof compound
Seemingly attempting to comprehend
It.
Not much is received, not even a cent.
Sometimes I want to receive, sometimes
It is dreadfully boring and spent
Oh yes, I do picture these rhymes.
I fall into the sky
And it feels strange and ordinary
Like swimming in a pie
While eating blueberries
I crush and shove the berries into
The warm, engaging space
Seemingly attempting to comprehend
That thing.
Not much is accomplished, not even a fruit.
Sometimes I want to do, sometimes
It is most exasperating and cute
Oh yes, I do watch these times.
I fall into the water
And it feels nice and mortifying
Like walking naked across a world
I feel free but I know I seem terrifying
I take each step with caution and attempt
To present that stupid made up
Seemingly trying to comprehend
Dignity.
Not much is attempted, not even a twitch.
Sometimes I want to be, sometimes
It is most secure and rich
Oh yes, It shows in all kinds.
