Slip into something more comfortable
A cocoon of digestible stimulation
Knowledge is something of a cure
Would ignorance be cause for tribulation?
But to be able to glide life in a slur
To disregard interpretation
Enclosed in a blissful mure
Who knows what life’s encased in
I’d like to live life “Pardon, sir?”
Truly find what ingredients I’m tasting
To conquer like Adam Sandler
Medicine in laughter sedating
Intelligibly throwing banter
Moulding, explaining and creating
Happiness that could cure cancer
Or would understanding bring despair like menstruating
Inadequacy being found at every answer
There’s always something wrong when you’re dating
Cavorting around every mistake like a dancer
Every imperfection in your face waving
Every discussion only acting as an anchor
Imbuing a chain on ankle as slaving
What if disappointments encore
But to flow through like easy gaming
Make changes like folklore
To be powered by human aiding
To know all the sea offers like Namor
Eviscerating plastic could act saving
To improve the things I adore
Even the ones I scorn
Nothing interpreted forlorn
Everyone living in the same dorm
No borders
All humans flying in a sore
Peaceful order.
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