Fresh out of bull

The question is no longer if my shit is real.
and since my shit does linger and stink,
and I am sure of it because of how I feel,
my mind wonders and I start to think,
from a unbiased point of objectivity,
I'm not the one that's in uncognative need,
put up a wall that is most significantly,
it's not my bliss that continues to feed.