Entangled misconceptions providing illicit misguided directions

It seams like a lifetime perhaps its not the right time its been such a long time, its alright if its the wrong time but sometimes anything will do anytime its all I write if it'll rhyme maybe incomprehensible if it leaves me with my empty basket full I won't follow any rules till I understand my fellow fools carrying their buckets of envier's drool learned it all then left it all back in school green for the environment weeds peeking through cured cement green with envy of the green on the other side the pride of the young and the silly songs they have written but have left yet to be sung reaching for the first rung believing in kung the king of nothing to do first filled it up finally enough hadn't seen it before my first overfilled cup,giddy up...