I hate how comfortable we get
With our answers

And evolution never taught us to change
Only to find what works
And remain

And our wiring seeks fit-in-ness
Not the truth

Seeks complacency
Not philosophy

I wanted everything to be wrapped tightly in a nice bow:
A closing chapter in my life,
Let be where it used to be

I never accounted for a reckoning

And I never felt much guilt

But I should have been expecting it