3 Short Graybles

A Poem by ?:

Yes, that's an Adventure Time reference. Losers.

I.
Regurgitated again
All prior motives, even this one lost
Words and numbers bend in both the same way
Is it a different containment that I seek?
Or a proper copacetic release?
Even if I broke free, would anything feel different?

The ink comes like a drug
Out of boredom, mania
A wish to create in words and pictures,
That which is still untrue for waking life

II.
We want to know it all
We want to know what we know we can't
So evaluate, try to assess
Maybe believe what we can't disprove quite yet
Even still the content can be compromised by the delivery
It will all fall out of context when stretched to meet something preconceived

To your surprise, you're alive
By no choice of your own
Shaped by a violent environment
Some succumb
Others overcome
The rest just sit and scratch our heads

III.
In time I always learn to hate the things I've made
And finally miss the friends I drove away
Ignore it
Feel better
Get mad at who you once were
Act so drastically different, no one will remember who you were then

I guess all systems will return
To a state of total entropy
Every star will swell
Collapse on itself
I fear the same will become of me