Wooden Playset

I was locked onto promises Hypothesizing I could bond with a prophetess and crawl To far beyond incompetence and lawlessness But I was wrong, cuz I'm always wrong I didn't understand that I could pay to see the face of the begotten in a slice of toast But what I missed the most was the revelation I could see a screen but I could never change the station Imagine my elation when I found a remote place to fantasize I could control the world around me I didn't need to be grounded I had rubber boots and linen for a base and I could taste the blandness I ran from my afflictions because they seemed to get me somewhere else I never relished the idea that I could use them to my advantage I could already see the damage from before So nevermore is what I said, and never nodded off again I could read a novel but the novum is always in the apostrophes and commas So never mind is what I read, and every time I tried to rise again I felt another layer to my eyes start to grow The ebb and flow of it The sickness and rickety upright accompaniment is nearly always to my detriment And so the detritus in this is my perception of the end of it which isn't always easy to see By looking at it so I try to look beyond and then again it's already gone and so I give up And so the detritus in this is my perception of the end of it which isn't always easy To see by looking at it and I give up I give up And so the splinters from the slide always make me go inside and find a better way to spend the afternoon