Merkabanaut

Hello,
Pounding pencils to these pads
I rolled that scroll, so it burns slow
All my ideas just heaps of ash
Flames of my egos smothered
Til they smolder golden glow
I paint putrid proverbials
and hope you get the picture
Sometimes I spit it sweetly
My life's a little bitter
Never been the victim
Never been the victor
But I have been in the back though
Brewing up elixers
Spewing plumes of the smoke from
the fumes of the words that I spoke
in my hopes to provoke
catalysts for your soul to emote
(What a joke)
I am the immature amateur alchemist
The boastful beginner wizard
See you think of outer
if you think of space
I'm the merkabanaut from inner