Complex Absurdity

The wall is brick encased in motar and it is high. I see victory in it standing before me, but I view it as an obstacle nonetheless. I am drowning in a lake of fatigue and I wish to just slip beneath the surface and swim away. Keeping the ven diagram of balance around me pushes the limits and leaves my head full of flouride treatments. There is a polar bear, and he is just not there. I find the bees on the leaves, and joy is kept far away. I can feel the underground lava flow heating and boiling in me today. Nothing I do is okay. I know myself, but sometimes the lava rises too quickly, and I scream in pain. The world of the unseen is so mean, but I believe that the bassonet is full of lies. No one will escape the glowing eyes of the beast. I hear perfectly, I always have. I just walk away from the gutter trash that is people's adolescent evil. Normality is about to be history. I will hold on tight and go down the slide with my arms folded over my chest. At what altitude is stupidity blameable on the airline itself? No flying for me. I take to the sea, and remain exactly as I am, Sam I am.