The metabolism rate of my life has been low
A five course dinner, an arrays of dreams
Stuck in the gut
Did I greedily gulp through the years?
Did I swallow more than I could digest?
Did I forget to chew and just swallowed?
Stuck on the table
A bloated life is no fun
The farts are poisoning
The discomfort unsettling
Stuck in the stomach
The acidity
The pain
The rumbling
Stuck
Should I initiate a vomit
Or a swallow an antacid?
Will I ever dream again?
Stuck
But I hope I am not dying soon
To appreciate metabolism differ
Each soul has its own path
And am on mine
I hope I am not dying soon
To set again a new meal table
A course that befits me
The digestables
I hope I am not dying soon
To chew whats on my table
To let the system do the working
To become
I hope I am not dying soon
To develop yet another gut
Blooming again
Unstuck.
