Simplicity beckons towards mediocrity and gets rejected again

I get to finish off where I started. I get to talk of pain and deliverance of and unbeknowst torment of simplicity and taciturn events that really spill the fruits of an undying devotion to a pristine melancholy sadness of and infinte kind. I wish upon a star to the likes and the wants of above. I hope that I was able to reach the many people I wanted to touch and have an effect on the life that I yearned for. I hope I can move in the shadows of the dead. I hope I can move to and ealry rising of the full moon sun. The man in the black hat sits and laughs at me and points to his wrist. The watch of life is in full bloom thinking I can have a moment of hapiness in the war torn average life of indiscretion and lonliness that I cannot fathom to be a life I would want with anyone else. Move to the stars and wish upon a kind starlet of forgiving being to think that you can have a say in what happens in life. I hope I could forget the lonely misery that awakens me. I hope I can push the sorrow away from the unfitting form of humanity that awakens me from my slumber. I laugh in the face of adversity hoping I can become one with the monkey. I laugh I cry. I bring a rose from its seed to its thorn. I move in to a position of assertion. thinkging that the effect of a meaninful and skillful life will make a change in the way that people treat me and the respect given to a clown on a mid summers day. I move to a different beat with a sum of fours divided by a multiplier of six. Its a way of moving between a rock and a hard place. Its moving through a camber of spirits and not being moved to an extent that will placate the few that need to be summoned upon a wing tipped prayer. You sing lada dada when they want you to hum dada lada. Its a precarious situation where one builds upon the low self esteem of others. Pushing toward a simple goal of making a friend in a world that doesn't belong to a simpleton. It works in mysterious ways I tell you. If for every penny I got a dollar the man in the black hat screams. I laugh at him this time as he saunters aways thinking that he makes sense. I move to another corner in the room and shoot a quick glance in the corner where he once stood and look up at the ceiling and dance a little jig to myself. I laugh as I think of a sick joke my cat told me. I think of life and how simple it once was. Simple is for suckers yells the man in the black hat as he falls on his face. I laugh and realize it is that simple.