I don’t know why all fine things in this fine world are.

Oh! All I know is that, like you, I am one too.

There I stand, the image of man

Stark still with a plan frozen broken in my hand,

Whits glinting, glowing with the glisten of intention.

A swarm of maybes now, heralding to be.

I lose them all for I won’t choose just one that I’m willing to deem as right for me.

No, none will do.

Swimming around whenever wherever, forever in the deep deep deep deep deep blue.

A Monumental Moment of Mental Momentum

A Monumental Moment of Mental Momentum

A Monumental Moment of Mental Momentum

Close my eyes, I will not paralyze;

I will now defy that which will not rectify,

Solidify a form with these bodiless conceptions.

I utilize. I utilize. I make use of my mind and utilize.

I utilize. I make use of my time and utilize.

I don’t know why all fine things in this fine world are.

Oh! All I know is that, like you, I am one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven.