A Deep Commitment to Producing Obstacles

 
And so he said it with a little whisper of air escaping past the bare bone of his old teeth

Now listen here skeleton
You cannot overcome my chin
I will not let you know me, you cannot open up
I cannot let you see the truth

Repeat, regurgitate, impede all progress inside

Wonderful obstacles, tantamount to nothing

Oh! The wonderful green, what a dance!

Refry your brain and leave it slurring in the abject poverty of nothingness
This I like best
Then death

What?
What are you trying to tell me here?

We all die and a smile is left on our cold lips

Don’t be so morbid you juvenile fool, I am the oldest one here

Even the truth becomes a lie in this fantasy

Break all bonds

Left alone with a tiny taste of green happiness, one that he can never forget upon his tongue