Wide Awake At Two Plus Hours After Midnight

Wide Awake At Two Plus Hours After Midnight... (actually, now at present time juiced well nigh high noon same day) On this January nineteenth tooth thousand and nineteen dogged by an earlier notion searching soul to glean, (while at Collegeville Diner) above place previously wrought poem hammered from this peon expounded possibly seen, asper belated birthday outing now I mean to expound upon nagging, yet keen existential question, sans what purpose validates yours truly within skien of terrestrial webbed wide world, no...no...no not simply pocketing green backs (banknotes, legal, tender, money, et cetera), but now bean older, and displeasing lee not so lean when just a slip (pre) youth decades ago yea, that would be when I hapt tubby a teen with nary a concern, nope not even to preen myself much to the dismay of my late mother, nay no idea why lackadaisical, illogical, and antithetical bee hay vee yore prevailed, but more to the point rarely when young and naive did stray thoughts besiege my mind, that LX vintage sketchy, shady, and seedy gray area bothered concerning, hounding, pestering and fill lay mignon noggin ready toboggan any price you say for this staged coached blarney finding this mortal questioning... ray zing meaning, purpose, and underlying importance, gestalt, design... of life more so today meaning since recent past also taking stock of accomplishments from way back, and feeling stymied okay at a loss to delineate any rhyme or reason to shout hip...hip hooray quite the contrary, which following admission might appear cray zee, but aye decry barely living capped off with oy vey!