As if the eternal flow
that stops for no one
can be fragmented into cycles.
All these seconds
minutes, hours, years
wasted on trying to understand
paint nothing but scars
that do not blend
in our modern perception.

As if all these what if's
flying around in my veins
somehow make me wiser.

When reality knocks on the door
I'll kindly turn the other way
Imagining the dawn of a new day.

In conclusion, here's to no resolution
god help me, god help us all
as we slowly crawl, about to fall
into the vast nothingness of time.

'How delightfully dark
surely this new approach
will ignite the spark
and the fire will consume
the roach eating away
at your brain
surely you haven't gone insane.'
'Surely.'