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