Poets

If only I were anime, I could jump, fight and play and none of it would be real. But I could not hurt or feel,

I’m joyful and glad, not angry or sad. Then all of a sudden, I have let the crud in. While cutting the tree, a knot has stopped me. In this world of dough, where lumps are no foe,

I’m not stuck between a rock and a hard place I’m in a pit, a pit from which you can’t see God’s face There’s no getting out on my own, I’m stuck here forever I tried climbing the sides but I fall right back in.