Regurgitate Until Opaque.

Into my mind
away we go
through the clutches of behemoths
to the depths below
far from the doves
and the heavenly things
where the light fades
and the bee always stings
It's all in focus
but it took too long
to adjust myself
to the que-sera
When I first took notice
I had to cover my eyes
Sisyphus, you fool
You went the wrong way.
What use is mortality
when it's viewed as a chore?
Something so fleeting,
and not much more.
What good is retention
and accomplishing goals
when it dissolves at a glance
and you're left in a daze?
The legends were wrong.
The heroes all failed.
There's no celebration
on my name day.
Only a solemn nod
and a shovel in the ground.
A peaceful perpetrator
has taken my crown.