Carry On, Oh Dangling Daughter of Faulty Freefall

hello to the unknown pretender goodbye to the overexposed defender all my love to the taker, but never the resender all the darkness has sharp edges all the cavities have roadblocks for decoration all the lesions have mercilessly given pledges all the blackheads have blockaded all attempted restoration i offer you flowers, but you want golden stairsteps i offer you interchanges, but you want platinum destinations i offer you clarity, but you want festive, material chaos i offer you me, but you want the thorn crown of melancholy knowing this in the now like POW!, i depart not in frustration, but in a Deeper Depth of the Discovery of Self.... all i can now do is offer you the warm side of an Alladin's lamp i hope that the wishes you make will only beautify the maintenance of your personal satisfaction if I who is ME cannot fulfill your individual zest with additional glee, then i can only kiss the Welcome Mat of Prayer and welcome back the Internally Divine Player....