Go Foward in Reverse

Can a cave be indented? Impacted so far into another being so heavily that not even one specie of blood-sucking vampires or their pet bats can make that place humble, let alone call it an abode?

My stomach is unmoved yet every grain of sand in all the millions of sacks falls deeper and deeper. This feeling comes and goes, just as everything in life. Every new seed is a new wealth for someone. Pain becomes profit; little becomes gigantic; shoe laces become nooses.... hey, anything's possible.

Put me in a chokehold and I just might punch myself. I think that's the point we're all at: we spend every waking moment becoming the pawn in everyone else's game and thinking about executing the perfect move. Every square on your life board spells out death or failure and everything in between.

Somewhere in a far away land... you broke my neck and sprinkled it with arsenic. The left over blood now glistens as I move left to right and my clavicles buckle underneath the lack of weight; they're lonely.

Honestly, I'm very lackadaisical about the whole situation. I care too much to care and I'm not gonna stop swimming. Bottles and jellyfish swarm to become my stoplight, but I keep on treading. Could this really be the story of my life? Am I destined to live in an igloo in the Sahara? Why can't I ever make sense? It's brown, then yellow, then orange, then green. When will it end?

Sometimes I wish I wasn't so brave and some circus freak will grace me with the answer of how to fit inside that tiny car. Maybe that's the answer to my madness...

P.S. Watch out for land mines.