it feeds your passion it knows your taste fueling your lust you think you're smart
it would keep you busy, and won't let you ask why running your life in the routine of a circus you are stranded in the world of competition and have lost touch with contentment
its job description is one reducing a king to a beast that now lives with only a selfish purpose gathering only for a passing world
its the regret of the dead the wish of the old the regular companion of an agile heart and the mystery unknown to a new born.