Wise Beyond Your Years

... you really think so? I'm flattered to say the least, but I honestly know not where these words originate. Do you think inside my squishy brain is where they congregate? I like to think of it like an office building where the files always fluctuate. Sure would suck if aliens landed, skipping the "we come in peace" spiel and just went straight to "ANNIHILATE!". Knew I should have martian-proofed it when I had the chance - why must I always procrastinate? But perhaps I'm taking in too many possibilities here (like eyes when they dilate). Are you getting tired of this rhyme yet? Do you wish to take time to stipulate? Consider I did you a favor not using big friggin' words like amalgamate. Never say never, right? Hope by reading this nonsense you're not running late. I should know better to realize you might well have "A very important date". But don't mind me I'll just by typing away with ridiculous musings. It is my fate! Pity not where I am at the present state. I'm having oodles of fun in this land I helped create. My deepest apologies if it looks to you like I hibernate. Feel free to come by anytime, for you see, beyond this point, there is no gate. But for now I really must be going! For this is about the time... ... where my imagination starts to deflate. NOTE: Inspired by Richard Lamoureux's comment on my poem, A Kick in the Stones.