True You

Leverage your preamble yes you almighty you The dawn is showing with no silky waves nor satin ripples dare to stand and welcome the upcoming morning dew There'll be no cover and no shining armour would be able to cushion that protruding permeating pulsating heat accrued Through the true truth running into that thick, into that thin, into that mine mind of succulent bulls Alluding to the supposed faint desperation that is not yet evident yet appearing as if its cool Hovering, building up in the hidden bubbles of each and every unconsciousness ever brewed Ever breathed, ever uttered, ever shouted and ever imparted to the air, the space, the wind and the full fool of pools Waiting for the right moment for the bubbles to ballooned buffoon bloom To burst and impacted on timed and ticked revelations of baby booms Giving birth to pseudo-prophets claiming for, looking for, pointing at and defining to the hard embellished truth The moment the truth defines itself and crystallizes into a physical tomb That moment would become irrelevant to many fools who drools for tool For being is never about becoming and becoming is a far cry from being the supposed expected true you