improv

decaying as i am,
 i need not some promised land
 i know i am failing 
acceptance was the plan 

no silence in the sea, 
nothing tranquil awaits me 
useless and used up 
with too much using to do

 i have chosen everything,
 this is what makes it so bad 
no matter what the action 
the situation was created by me 

my life is different, 
these grey streets will only get me down 
they will never fool me 
and integrate me as their down 

stumbling through patches 
of flowered mortality 
my daze is special you, 
you're my goddess to be