I fall into the cement

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.