I creep into your brain
and play a little game
of what your sanity can hold
without my origin being told.

Your actions can be crazy
and the reasoning will be hazy,
but all you know is your action
and how it lacks satisfaction.

The longer that I live
the more that I smile
I will continue to give
a decrepit festering pile.

A pile of muck and nothing of luck
that sifts and shifts your happy gifts
to a place in space that leaves no trace
of sanity with calamity, that’s missing an epiphany.

So if you keep me
and never ever deceive me,
then your life will be over
and leave you a wandering rover.


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