IT'S A MISTAKE

are you losing access, since you swallowed your future, last night, at mine, the dungeon, so they say. it looked like a temple but felt like a hut, all those walls were just painted cardboard boxes. one by one. one by one. i try not to be myself tonight, i could not feel better. swirl me away, blissfull dawn. are there any mistakes left, then mark them pink, so i can find them easily. tell me commander, is it partytime? it's a mistake.