ugh

My indecision is ridden
with the derision that is hidden
within visions of grandeur,
an innocent by-stander
crowned king, just to ring in
the many poison stings
that cover the throne that he sits in.

and while there are many terrors in the dark,
none so despised or deadly as my heart,
and while we feared the monsters that had creeped under our beds,
age has come to see that, rather,
they all live in your head.

We all contemplate the intentions
and inflections of the galaxy of this dimension:
the reason of breath as we search for a direction to run.

though my lines are too tight,
you should understand, that in lack of flight, comes contraction-
mere distraction from the importance of for what we fight: satisfaction.