Childish

little girl,
don't you fall in your daydreams;
your mind is a poisonous pit
it'll bring to your downfall


seek your foolish drugs to cure your illness,
an illness is not a illness
unless you accept it to be;
are you ill or just in your tantrum?


so very through with the world we are;
candy-coated words
sewer mouth of stench more toxic than others-
are our own


wise is not wise
if we're lost we're to be;
our highness of our own kingdom,
is not their kingdom
but the perception of it;
never ever we will be sure...


what blabber-zibber speaks
to himself, herself....
such foolish  things?