Rumors and Cookie Shakes On a Lazy Sunday

people think i am lost in the essence of time the machine in which i live makes the world change emotive colors there are some who think that i left my smile in the bed with my personality i am lost in a space where i sprayed febreze to aerate my comfort zone then my left hand is observed by all the judges that study me my left hand begins to twitch, but i remain calm and medicate myself with daydreams within said daydreams, the beautification of being lost for the purpose of sanity maintenance awakens me then here i am in this dumper dust reality again there are those who believe i am invisible amongst the population of time two cookie shakes later, i am on droopy mode when i simply reply....YOU KNOW WHAT, I'M HAPPY....