I find the further you run from darkness
The more you forget what light is
No effort, no drive in the slightest
Not convinced I'm more than a casted mast for my shadow
Set sails for the other end of this fish bowl
Can you end a true existential crisis
When you think you may only exist in the family memory VCR tape

The more encapsulated I feel the less inclined I am to escape
I feel free to be trapped in this cosmic frame rate
Click, fast forward, turn this bowl into a mote
I'd sooner call myself depressed than test the true universal remote