this poem is an extinct volcano once it exploded with lava-power now it does not want to it is tired it sits still wanting nothing really just kind of there excitement is over looks 'cool' at least - can there be a think tank for human beings in general subjective truths seem boring i am scared words are inadequate this poem only references things it is not the thing itself is anything itself ever this poem is a bee i found in the microwave and threw away - decisions will be made after reading this poem you will not just keep reading it you will have to do something else i will try to tell you something i am actually doing hmmmmmm