Pardon My Dust

Please Pardon My Dust; Seems I Was In A Rush. Going Nowhere Fast So I Kept Destination On Hush. Actually I Told The World I Was Going Up; Catch Me Amongst The Gods, I’ll Be The G Going The Hardest. What A Bluff. Where Was Up. The World Rotates & Up Only Comes Once Per 180. Unless You Keep It Moving, Gotta Keep It Rollin. As Long As You’re Moving The Ball Keeps On Going. At That Point You Only Go Forward; Guess That’s What It’s Like To Be Apart Of ‘Society’; Those Are The People That ’Keep The Ball Rollin’ Just Like A Hamster Wheel. The Only Up Is Forward BC The Ball Has To Keep Moving. Who Runs On Top? The 1s Refusing To Stop, Refusing To Allow A Bottom To Feel Anything Short Of A New Flowering Pot; Perhaps Thus A Garden. What’s Being Grown? Well That Will Require I Ascend From My Ball. That Will Require I View From An Elevated Level In Order To Asseess Elsewise Unmeasureable. Rather Have More Of Nothing To Start Something With Than Less Of Something Just To Say I Have It. The More Nothing Present The More Room To Make What Is. The More There Is Something The Less Room For There To Be More Present. More Nothing Until The Somethings Feel Like A Good Replacement For Space. The Potential To Grow Is The Space WE Live In To Be, Expansion On A Continuation Is Demanded For Exceptionality To Presently Victory. Help Is On The Way Unless Denied & Pushed Away. Rather Be More Than Less Though Less Is More BC Then More Of Anything Can Be Present. The More Something Is The Less Room For What Something Can Be; The Less There Is The More There Is Room To Be; Seemingly Methodically.