Brought by things around, the soft scary sound,
can't stay this perfect, and this permanent,
Flowing flawlessly, fading like a scent,
Shrivels slowly, like chemical compound,
Calmly creating this gentle gradient,
Hates this silence, this deafening silence,
As I endure this persistent process,
Not that sufficient, to be in torment,
Worry not my friend, pure and innocent,
I am still the same, so lazy, so lame,
Like a wild animal, so hard to tame,
So there is no need for you to resent,
It's me, still me, and will always be me,
living freely, acting naturally.