I'm a Spot

This thought is simple,
Kind of juvenile;
I'm a spot,
Been gone awhile.

I remember something,
Was it you or me?
Was I the real one,
Or are you the Hollywood fantasy?

I'm an ant, eating spittoon nastiness,
An amoeba implodes;
But I can regurgitate that sadness,
Alive, but drying out on the side of the road.