Well, it seems that they key to life is to simply maintain motion… Since can’t see the air, I guess I’ll emulate the ocean. I’ve found I’m better off moving, so I’ll let these currents do the choosing –
Because I can’t decide myself if my self-worth is worth proving.
I’ve got wounds that need soothing… I’m so tired of losing. I’ve lived too much, in too few years for such a lack of improving.
I need a device to twist this plot – Some sort of 'deus ex machina.' I need a key to this lock, but there’s something blocking the Path to my salvation. I still long to feel elation. But, I’m being stifled by the laws of this "freedom-filled" nation.
I fell under the illusion of a perfect constitution But, this "justice" isn’t clean – it’s hardly more than sheer pollution.