Throwing up!

I stepped on the line-like pedestal,
foot in my mouth,
and asked, my question collossal,
disturbed, looking south.

"What is right to do
is what is right, sometimes right?
for he is who
oscillates, together, sees black, sees light!

Like perfection, he strings together
concepts hither-tither,
fantasy-like, unattainable,
I cant talk, he's undisputable."

They answered in many a tune,
Made me seem like a goner, a lune-

"Seek purpose, but not too loud, maybe in silence,
Try logic, try focus, hey, be humble, not that intense,"
"It maybe price", they said, "but careful, it may not be penny",
and I heard them all, fully, their words very many.

Confused, I walked into the kitchen,
common cold notwithstanding,
I washed and scrubbed vessels, with precision,
amid clashes, tangles and all the tinkering.

Yes, there came a time when it felt
like i wouldnt survive,
you know, the skin withers, smiles melt,
fingers shrink from 10 to 8 to 5,

and then I chalked out the master plan,
peeled out disturbance like a layer-sun-tan,
I plugged in earphones, in my ears two,
and blew out the irritants in my nostrils, "Aachhhhhooooo!"

PS - Excuse me! :)