Listless

What attempt to open eyes,
shows the value of the body.
Hear me out,
youthful confusion and hatred.
I slap your face and acknowledge blindness,
my own myopia.
Judgement and judges hear only the
tap tap tap of the mallet,
a realer sound then the words
I speak.

The above is a metaphor for previously mentioned twiddlings of life, that seemingly trick me frequently into making bad decisions. From said metaphorical image, I am now attempting escape.

It will have to be really quick, cause I might get sucked in again.

However, maybe if I dive deep enough, I'll pop up in tele-tubbie land.