Center

Am what I always se (want) em to be

The center of the universe

Or at least my (my universe

Next door) own universe located

Right outside the looni (Cali ((home of

Charles Manson)) fornia) est state

Right smack dab in the center of the universe

Halfway dug the way to china

And other (like the moon full of

 Cheese) such fairy tails

Like building London bridges

Being built around my head

Like (and noone put him

Back together again) humpty dumpty

And other stories that

Where materials are sewn into

Story lines of great (Star trek

And Star Wars but only the

Originals) magnitude

Worthy of trilogies

Not always built on fiction when

Everyone reaches (says Woody

From Toy Story) for the stars

And finds their own gods

They say we build our own destinies

And Im the one who is

The center of my own universe

Creating stories of fiction

Getting (inch by inch at the speed of

Sound) closer to the sun while

Everyone else dies by lack

Of (noone feels ((or fears)) the heat o’ the

Sun) blankets and so I am

Happy here in my semi (like

The cells of my body) permeable

World (the only place I feel at

Home) and this is my own

Center of the universe