Soon Enough
Breathing is sort of like a chore
the more I ruminate.
Eating is hardly anything more
the more I contemplate.
Being inside this body’s a bore
I temporarily tolerate.
But!
I don’t want to scrub its toes anymore!
I don’t want to have to have rest!
I’m tired of having to go to the store
so it can have stuff to digest!
Problem is, I CAN'T get out!
I’m stuck inside this thing!
There is no secret word to shout
my any thoughts are harboring.
Trapped inside this body I
am waiting for the day
when Xylok finally says goodbye
so I can come out and play!
‘Til then...it’s half my days in shoes
and rising rings of rest.
A soda pop, a canyon cruise,
a reason to try on a vest.
