still musing

Having led the life of it,

You haven't seen the half of it.

If you believe the truth in this, 

You wouldn't leave the rest of it.

Beginning in the past of it,

Pretending with the best of them.

Get caught up in the wind of it,

You'll have to turn the bend of it.

Afternoon without directions,

Blindly leading your affections. 

You'll ignore the implications,

While your dreams reach saturation.

Appetites are for inclusion,

Stomach pains for those who use them.

Later on your blood infusion,

greets you with its grand illusion.