Another Time Sat Writing This

Told myself I wouldn't be writing this poem of unknown meaning, no reason, all we see is so-so stuck wishing that the wind wouldn't kill an innocent dodo luck isn't that I'm living with vivid, listen to me dive into the sink I bluff, I'm bigger than a king also wings grow, I never really know what I'm saying so we think, I'm a sum summoned like I got a mind over matter handed laughter dozered by the past first hurt worse when the plaster burns mask worst, the fact you worsen over time like we care to mow it blindly, sew it back into the spine, right? I'm, not a doctorate's degree, impossibly the possibility you probably see in the fine light, not the lime but the lemon, yellin' rhymes, not eleven, not a seven never nine but a tendency to write everything