Endlessly Lost Wisdom (day 2406)

I’m going to become a broadscape of chattering
Little chipmunk in my hair
Rattling long speeches
The great Lizard Man would be proud of
Epic monologues
Banter and rebut
Soapboxing my way towards
An immobilization
Frozen by complex axioms
Criss-crossing a deserted wooden chair
Supported by bent half inch plywood
That understands my troubles
Like the Lizard Man does.
Who could have guessed it?
Lost in that immediate broadscape
Of endlessly lost wisdom.

Surrender Inside (day 2397)

What is this?
Can you put a name upon it?
I’ve gone inside my confusion
And come upon some axioms
That define failure
And unlimited freedom
Complications
That I’m not equipped to understand.
So there I stood
I wanted reason
And stood for abandon
I wanted a formula
But there looking back at me
Sat wide eyed loss of control
And I knew I had to surrender.