To be my most recent thought

Such is disease, that irks me to get in,
juxtaposed to the skin, such a sin is medial in chagrin.
As I stare at all those as they set in their chairs,
such dispair is glutinous to the air,
we all breathe without care,
mindfulness could be a breath of fresh truth.
Who upon you will seek to find the hobgoblin inside,
and break it's neck as you skip on to greener divides.
Why try to make sense of suspense little child?
it's been a while since you jumped in the puddles of now
behold a genesis of resist,
the matrix bewitched by pretentious,
switch forward to the loves of your life,
who cares what you think in the span of a life,
when the universe keeps expanding,
can't get worse than worse, right?