Floatin' through
But you know it's just you
Where am I, hold the wine
Absorbed in self amidst this crucial moment
It's how we operate
I must anticipate
For us to dissipate
Approaching depth in light, from mind
Seems the form from your sport won't translate to mine
Wait no!
Maybe I spoke too fast
Autodidacity
The audacity as we demur in a split cage
For the corpus of my fragmented trials
To ferment and be-trayed
Sit still still still still we collide
It may be that such depatterning is promising
Or just an abeyance
As one obeys the hope to flow
To ultimately be set at default to no one's fault
But ultimately
Still still still