A Maelstrom. (Poetry)

All I've ever wanted was a woman to share my enthusiasm towards what I love.
I've raised my interest since its infancy and not everyone loves a stepchild.
Understandable.
The equation has always been the same.
Multiply by you and divide by me.
Although my life will no longer be comprised of double negatives,
...baby, you ain't seen nothin' yet.

Must I ignore you to the point broken shadows of novelty bore you like a golden calf?
False idols come a dime a dozen when everybody wants to be one.
Honestly, the thought of camaraderie amongst sex symbols has grown into a debatable commodity when one considers that they all branched out from our only
two
sex
symbols.

Some are in love with this world,
but I'm out of it.
The cycllic mischief of a wizards picnic couldn't compare to how I've been bibbidi
Bobbidi
Boo-ed about.
It doesn't take a physicist to know what comes up,
must come down.
And what goes in,
must come out.
My left and right foot have gone numb from voluntary spasms,
the hokey pokey got me where I am today.
Thirsty for inspiration.
I've turned myself around only to see why I shouldn't have.

If I was paid for the all of the shoulda coulda woulda's I've spewed from these lips,
I'd be the richest drake in Duckburg.
In this world, nature will always win.
But game theory will always always hold a dagger to her throat.

Whats the difference between you and I, you ask?
If I knew then what I know now,
all I would want to know is how it even occured in the first place.

Living in a space where time is just a glare enables me to wince at what many would need a flashlight for.
It's not easy being a beacon when rock blocks your only responsibility.
And if I don't save the world,
I want to at least save someones.
My utility belt is paperbacked
and my cape isn't what allows me to tip-toe over the ocean of your aura.

Remember that.