What is the secret to consistency?
What does it take to become possessed?
I will not survive this pace of time,
the lines are breaking, which way will I chase?
It's a choice I cannot renew.
Perhaps I will ruin the surprise by never having one.
With these rotations my mind will not change.
Dwelling on all the things I've never done takes my real time.
Consumes it.

Self fulfilled prophecy,
Manifest destiny!
Rush forward to apathy, crush all inside me.
I'm always so unsure (but never consistently).
I'm tired of my mind
I'm tired of my mind

There is no knife that can cut as deep as you.
Baptisms save no one...reassurance of mind is nice though.
My mind and my room, filling us inside and out.
All of the little things I barely use.
The same things, done and done.
Words become repetition just as the Earth and Motion.
And what of the countless people who take their dreams and write them on paper
as they take their lives, and write them on paper?

Void
All

Spinning  memories.  
"IV stars left" said the Void

"Slow memories of galaxies spinning" spoke Rots.  
Remember I'm filled with a thousand decaying stars.

Glowing memories.
"Decay slowly rots the spirit" spoke Remember  
I'm filled with a thousand stars.

Don't go  striking slowly, spoke the spirit.  
Remember the glow of a thousand stars?  
Decay won't rot memories filled with Sun.