Olixxxxx - Mushroomland

may the fourth be with you.

the reposed

the sea overflows

only the poet knows

nebulas in new lows

protestors that appose

sunk in the shadows

a symphony compose

it wants to feel repose

and it goes

trying to gloze

just for it again to overflow

flow

for the first time in ages

it goes through all the stages

ambages

outrages

and then everything stops

the sun is no longer bright

the cold is no longer irritating

the stars no longer shine

the telescopes purpose erased

until everything slowly died

everything dies

everything

is now nothing

fish need the water

write in your jotter

water can be the ocean

a big aquarium

a small tank in someone's home

your home is not a place for this fish

your aesthetic deprives it

your words overdrive it

you alone can thrive

you dont need it

but without your tank it won't survive

and it slowly will die

before twenty five

surly everyone too late will arive

well that was soup-er unexpected.

I'm pretty sure studying shouldn't feel like your soul's trying to become a black hole.