Every time my brain

decides to skip a beat

this warped reality

spits out "Warning"

Why?! - is all I muster

as all slipups

play dress up 

in my living room

Having missed the time

of the rising sun

I recreate it 

Inspiration, my karakuri

comes past noon

as needed

Seethrough toes

in the morning sun

Dreamy world, once

I sneeze it away

the game is on

Let me tell you

No amount of experience 

wordly knowledge

wisdom or proper 

thinking

can beat out naïvity

Just look at me

I ask you

doesn't most suffering

come from self-pity?

And are you having sex?

because if not

No Moaning