Maxwell, Left To It

I am no longer debilitated with nowhere to tell my story
Of my fight with the dragon who hid the cave from me,
Which I am sorry to say, I am only annoyed at myself about,
Because it was always a cave, it always will be,
And now I’m just hungry so the dragon can have it. Where to?
I’m outside jumping on rain the whole time, like that game where you keep tapping the ball
To keep it up. But if I fall? That was letters ago! Feeling
And unfeeling are intertwined so much that you learn
The workings to never use them again: I tell them children
Who go past the cave when I’m there with my popcorn, not
To take too much in as it is only the teachers
Talking to their own dragon—hiding from their own cave;
And they should really only listen to themselves, boycotting
The binary books of weak clients.