Incomplete Enjoyment

I like the way pants look when they are alone and empty
I like shrimp because it is conveniently packaged within itself and has a nice texture
I like pears because they are sweet and the inner flesh is compatible with the outer flesh
No other reasons
Are mountains for looking or walking up?
Can my joys be desiccated into joy powder, then reconstituted as a time release joy capsule?
Can a photo of an incandescent bulb on my wall light my way, or does it find another means of guiding me safely en route to the bathroom at 3AM?
Because I certainly don't know my way on my own.
Foreign countries provide me with accents, foods, timing belts, pornography, exciting water options
But there's something else
Incomplete appreciation
Why are my thoughts like this?
What can I really accomplish
When my mind is a lawnmower with hammers for blades
Sure every now and then, some kids leave the right toys out
And I make my presence known this way
If I combine all of these things
Then it is not quite solipsism
Then there is one other
How do I find them?
I suppose I can climb the empty pants, the shrimp, the pears, the pornography, and the exciting water options, frozen in mid air