Milkyway

I am the MILKY WAY. I am Mechanically Meticulous, Maneuvering my way through life with Malleability, not showing the true Masterpiece of my Mind (complex like the Milky Way). I am an Interworking of 1% Idiocracy, 10% Ineluctable, 15% Incisiveness, 5% Insufficient, 7.5% Insatiable, 2.5% Invisible, 10% Infantile, and 50% Incomprehensible, 101% of Ian (A puzzle). I am a Lionheart Lilium Lucidly blossoming into a Lackadaisical dimension in which I Long to Liberate my ideas from the Lucifer-Likeness of the universe that I Live in (My ideas are being confined). I am a Kinetic force to be reckoned with, put on a Kollision Kourse from Konception to Katastrophe eradicating those in my way, (I can’t be stopped) I am Young, Yearning for wisdom ahead of my Years, Yet Yoked by the Youth-like longing of my elders (caged by the generations of adults wishing to be a child, keeping me child-like). I am Weary, Wainscoted with Worry, by the World I once Welcomed With Wide arms, Wondering When the Worries created by my past Will Wither away (distressed by my past). I Am An Adventurous Apollo 1, Abstracted then Awakened by the Annihilation of myself, forced to Admit Absolute failure, but then Amazed by the gate of success (I do Fail, but I must learn from failure). I am Yawning at the Earth’s attempt to impress me, Yet I Yell eternally at it’s ignorance to the great wonder that I contain. I am the MILKY WAY.