I thought the recipe,
For a happy human,
Can be read easily,
Help from a librarian,
I'll be served with the book,
Listing the ingredients,
Then with a passing look,
I'll note the expedients,
That must be collected,
I'll note the exact steps,
That must be adopted,
In the daily subjects,
Of the people I love,
That I wish I could make,
Happiness from the stove,
Purpose of life I'd bake

Like a layered sponge cake

Do not stare into the infinite light,
Open the window not, too bright, too bright...
As feet unravel soil beneath the soles,
Let worms arise, creeping through the pores,
Flat endless ceiling up overhead,
Unbounded vastness, should be instead
Understandable

Rage, rage against the dying of the mind

Air of sharpness cuts my throat,
As I look out from the boat,
At the life I left behind,
If I only were more kind,
To the voice that did not stop,
Talking "Land's close just hop, just hop"
But that's not what I did, could not,
Crush souls so full of love,
Burn bridges on my stove,
I squashed the voice inside,
And found a place to hide,
My dreams of cheery smile,
Without wanting to die

Sandy, gritty, empty, vast
Full of memories of the past
Lost to time and lost to space
Seen before yet unknown place

Branches, thorns, roots, maybe leaves,
Covering each spot that gives,
Full of life and of decay,
Eat leftovers, soak up day

Rusty, moldy, broken down,
Sometimes blue but mostly brown,
Used to work and used to play
Daily duties couldn't stay

Worried, stubborn, dead but free
To walk miles or not to be,
How to think and how to breathe,
Body is becoming stiff

Circling, gawking, hungry growl,
Sand collapses like a bowl,
One with you and one with me,
Look around it's plain to see

Step by step, towards the unknown,
salvation or abyss, enthrone
the thoughts of forking paths sometime,
which one ends in a pool of grime,
which one will barely miss it's edge,
how can I know, how should I pledge,