Intuition Taxing

I smell deception like an unwanted scent.

Feeling regret from emotion which once was spent.

This lack of trust yields a choking hold.

It perceives their intentions, perplexingly bold.

I didn’t ask for such prodigious information.

As my mind attempted flight for a vital vacation.

But my observations don’t turn off like a switch.

They’re always on like some irritating itch.

This constant combining of random theories.

Serves a taxing blow in my fictitious series.

As construction concludes and my product’s complete.

It brings a smile to my face. This magnificent feat.

And as we return to reality to demonstrate our deal.

There’s one major problem. We’re far in the future and nothing is real.