Affordensity

Looking at you

With my theories of conspiracy

Beloved

My empty page

So many to write

Tons to waste in the cyclone to criticize

Why should everything be my core-size

The worlds don’t fit my empty page-wide

I’ve been adding and subtracting

In the clones my shadows’ve been designing

With the technique none-of-my-care

Written with the music I bear

Crying for the depth of my vain

“What is real?” the little girl says

“Anything you can sense” mother continues with her broken bones

Sacrificed to the promise of death

“What is sense?” the inception begins

In the safe arms of her mind

Following the yellow-brick-road

Mia-the-koala in her arms, eyes sparkling dark

She has no idea which survival game she has just begun

And finish line looks so fond with her newly wedding gown

One more step she takes

Further realizing the real lies lie beside

A pancake smell with some chocolate melt

Unenough to bring her back there