Some Kind of Quest

Some kind of quest Empty at best Some kind of genius I guess Climbs but no rings Climax-less scenes Closed eyed before one could dream Once wide with cookies and cream If there's a story, I do not see If there's a hero, then it's not me Inked on a page no one reads That is not me An account no one believes Some kind of quest Oh what a mess Oh what a brilliant jest Plots too complex Jokes I don't get Villains without any depth Drawing the curtains, none wept I don't wanna make like you don't deserve more than me Telling me that I could do better I am not a poet you read, but my story's true I can paint a world if you'd let me Looking to the binary sun If there's a story Waiting for an ending to come I do not see Do I still attack? Do I run? If there's a hero Do I still attack? Do I run? It could be me