Wake up

Another day of my self chronicle

Two ways to get up out of bed

But neither logical

A trial of dichotomy I bottle up

So maybe I should lay and just pray for a deus ex machina

But n’adda a divine intervention

The option is mine and I question

Which I have time for and why I should spend it

I want a dime for every silent suspicion

Up in my mind intersecting

I’d live a life of the riches

And that’s the mission

We want a make a living off our love

But the calling we’re made for don’t pay the big bucks

So I roll back and forth between a life full of fun

And a tougher one to subsidize the other one

I’m either caught up in the auspices of offices

Or I’m playing ball on the sidewalk with chalk in it

The problem is

I’m growing up now

And the zygote is split

One adult, one kid

And they say I have to pick

Intellectually I want to be the bigger man

But I’ve got this visceral feeling to be a kid again

My life’s a tropical island, I gotta pay for the view

It’s like a fork in the road at a table for two

It’s the symmetry that’s splitting me

Which will be my ticket to be living free

Or can they sing a symphony

I just can’t see, can’t hear with my thoughts in a swirl

And it’s all thanks to my Poly Worlds

That used to be me

Just living for the breathing

But I looked deeper and found a useful meaning

I’m like a superhero fighting evil doers in lieu of sleeping

Or maybe that was lucid dreaming

For half my life, it’s my charisma, it’s my quirky sense of comedy

That promulgates an audience to follow me

Reverse it

In the other, it’s my confidence, my common sense and comity

That causes a proprietor to call on me

And maybe that’s the key, see

Let me be me

But my strong suit is also my worst fragility

Merge your best things

Into one being

But my magnum opus is the heel on my Achilles

Turn your hobby

Into profit

I feel I’m having Labor Pains even without the baby made

If you love it there’s no stopping

Now I’m saying grace just to feel I’m saving face

Intellectually I want to be the bigger man

But I’ve got this visceral feeling to be a kid again

My life’s a tropical island, I gotta pay for the view

It’s like a fork in the road at a table for two

It’s the symmetry that’s splitting me

Which will be my ticket to be living free

Or can they sing a symphony

I just can’t see, can’t hear with my thoughts in a swirl

And it’s all thanks to my Poly Worlds

I could hold up a doll to my ear

And get caught in a moment’s reprieve

I spend half my life horizontally here

The other half vertically lone on the street

I hate going to sleep

But I love coming home to a bed

Away I am lost in the riptide beyond

But here I’m reminded of just who I am

No matter the struggle outside

I’m guarded by walls that I’ve painted

This life is amazing

Transcending each decade that we've been acquainted

No matter how much you’ve faded

I’m cut up to be the puzzle piece nobody sees

Underneath the box with

An unnatural physique

But I'm unique

And if I can’t fit in with each of my hundred and one appendages

A hundred and one pieces I’ll be better than

Intellectually I want to be a bigger man

But viscerally I want to be a kid again

And sometimes you gotta pay for the view

Like a fork in the road at a table for two

I don’t care if i sail with a rift in the mast

All I know is this ship isn’t splitting in half

If my purpose in life is to live within Poly worlds

I think I should give it a whirl