Affordensity

Looking at you With my theories of conspiracyBelovedMy empty pageSo many to writeTons to waste in the cyclone to criticize Why should everything be my core-sizeThe worlds don’t fit my empty page-wide I’ve been adding and subtractingIn the clones my shadows’ve been designingWith the technique none-of-my-careWritten 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 bonesSacrificed to the promise of death“What is sense?” the inception beginsIn the safe arms of her mindFollowing the yellow-brick-road Mia-the-koala in her arms, eyes sparkling darkShe has no idea which survival game she has just begunAnd finish line looks so fond with her newly wedding gown One more step she takesFurther realizing the real lies lie besideA pancake smell with some chocolate meltUnenough to bring her back there