Life when we first arrive... With no memory of our lies...

Humans running in a constant loop.

Subjectivity, granted as the dauntless.  

Circular statures of reason they're quite comedic,

these predicaments involve dancing with the seasons.

Constantly UNintrested.

Things are easily forgotten

I am the ONLY one who has witnessed the problem?

If you're amazed by THAT colorful imagery

well your life is too simple to me.