I go too deep
I swim far into the sea
I passion for my self
I change little in the world
I grow old
I am callous to the girls
I when and why
I lose how I try
I sell out to forest philosophers
I chase the wild thought like an arrowless archer
I hear the voices I want to
I imagine the hero that is daunting
I am above A.I.
I will fill all the trying points
I will answer the nation’s call
I will not let my self fall
 I will writ all about the soul
I am god’s and goddesses capitalisation
I am a wise word fashion
I am filler in the news of missions
I eliminate the competition
I write too much for the friction lane of existence
I listen to the wrong radio station
I invest in bad contracts and conceive too highly of my wealth
I worked too hard and over spent on social media for my health.

AI Summary

It’s a portrait of a mind spiralling through self‑awareness, where the speaker admits to going too deep, wanting too much, imagining greatness, fearing insignificance, chasing philosophy, hearing only the voices that suit him, and wrestling with ambition, ego, money, health, and the pressure to matter; the poem becomes a catalogue of contradictions — confidence and insecurity, spiritual longing and worldly frustration, self‑celebration and self‑critique — ending with the sense that the speaker has worked too hard, invested in the wrong things, and written himself into a corner, yet still can’t stop trying to name the truth of his own existence.