Trust in the Rendering of the Endless Spores

World of infinite entangled entities 

swimming not so swimmingly 

Who’s waiting at the end of the road 

with penny loafers and a ticket home? 

Restlessness falls over every horizon 

My chest sinks to the bottom of the siphon 

Stolen gas will get you home, 

but dishonesty seldom builds an inner sanctum of Rome 

Heartlessness wasn’t built in a day 

Humans aren’t born a prohibited cache 

Through the thick of all the strings leading to identity, 

you’ve got to accept all the obscenity 

The ones pretending are the ones pretending 

The truth is buried in the heartrending  

No one gets out unscathed 

The path home is riddled, and half-crazed 

There are two sides to this coin, 

and the trick is to stop guessing and conjoin 

Count to three and jump on four 

and keep an eye out for the doorless door