What a snooty-tooty,
Rude, laborious diluting;
I'm so bored, it's dripping dreary,
Bleary through my pores;
Deplorable dimensions all colluding.
I dance about to here and there,
Staring back, ambitious, at my hoarded
Memories adored.
I wish that I was somewhere, something,
Sometime wide eyed: more!
And more and more I dare to roar my lion's language,
Lapping languid at what magic masters have in store.
Laughter, lashing giggles at the wiggle bits
Of all my mischievous retorts.
I snort, stooping over at solemnity;
I'm ready for a remedy to rest my weary
Brain; I'll bet it's testing me.
My patience waits as long as dandelion seeds that drift,
A rift between the now
And gleaming dreams that teem with glowing, open doors;
The stories that I miss.
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