Ignorance’s Question Mark

Narcissus drowned in a self
That became aware while missing 
The forest for his please

A body is an anti-body,
Languidly rolling through 
The subway tunnels of civilization

Performing a role from time to time
But primarily plotting useless crime
These schemes and heist do not occur
As music plays and adverts blur

Don't miss your moment,
Cries the inner child,
Mine mine mind mine

That's a precursor to wisdom
Whose cream won't be buttered
Without a kicking flailing struggle
To save one's murky life