Up and Out of the Cage

Dabble in the pen for a bit Eventhough you know it is not worth it. Not for a moment, not for a dash In through your skull it is a rat-a-tat-tat. At the end of the lines the end is the start Lasting in ink dried, immortal from rot. Interest has been lost Now the flow has slowed. Dispense from the wonder, cast off to the unknown In floods of floundering frustration and feebleness. Sink no more because the muddy bottom is found. Grind to the surface there is nothing that can stop it while Upscale high rise condos pale in comparison Inuendo and secrecy is the best trick of the goal so Swallow the pills and see where they take you and Eventually a balance of dabble will bring the start to the end.