IN THE VAST CHASM OF LAZY IMAGINATIONS

In the vast chasm of lazy imaginations,
I see the stars grow on trees like apple.
I talk to Mr Moon often leaning on a wall that leans back on me
In the middle of nowhere
But a beseeming Paradise ruptured and breathed by imagination
Where a hundred percent of my brain functions correctly.

In a world of my own where the wind has no direction
Where you know neither east nor west nor north nor south,
Where there is no time, no season, no setting.
But lawlessness in the flimsy façade of illusions guile
And tantalizing experience and endless dreams and steep sleep
In abhorring  strain that mortality wear
And denounced from nonsensical precepts and obligations.
Expelled to immortality and power...

But acrimony would always find its way
Into a party uninvited accompanied by Judges
Who dictates your life reading health by the books.

But if I had a life as great as yours
A life followed by the books
Not denounced with a broken childhood
I would have had two wings tucked in my sides,
I would have flapped them and sore to Mars.

But I had lemon for juice
Cigarette for company,
Scowling for instructions,
How life must have been famous in hardship
But I have yet this slate and this state in this estate.

I am a god!