You cast out stars from your body
The moment you were born

Their exuded world fractures
And your body travels along the cracks
Like a dreamer's bead

You never were truly that impressive
Muted by your own repetition
A chemical whorl spinning aimlessly in space

These fissures, they find you
They are howling doors to nothing
And scream out their blame and charges of ineptitude
Of negligence and apathy
With tales of abuse

But you know the truth
It was never your fault
Reality had to go a certain way
And yes, you are reality
But it's just not your fault.

That's the main thing I want you to know, Matt:
None of this is your fault.