I'm stuck in a loop.

Endless similarity between days after days
Not ever seeing a glimpse of change.
Life itself is a coin
going down a spiral wishing well.

Round and round; accelerating back to it's former position over and over again
inching forward in time.

Until it may meet the end.
Yet... Something's different now.
My coin has escaped the well.
How has it eluded the innevitable?
Something must be wrong.

What's happening?

Someone sits next to me now.
I don't know them. But I like change.
Change is good, I think.
Who is this person?
Not sure I want to know.
Or do I?
She seems interesting, yet I know not should I introduce myself.

The coin rolls across the floor.

Someone sits next to me still.
I love her so much.
I've loved before... Or so I thought.
An unfathomable amount of longing fills me.
All the time I wish to be near her.

The coin stops.

Her spark gives me light.
I feel it burning.
Is this good?

Wait.
There's another coin next to mine now.
I reach for my own
When I brush someone else's hand.
A nervous smile sits on their face.
She points to something
Another coin well on the other side of the room.

I'm here now.
She's in my arms.
She reaches up to my chest
I look down at her loving eyes
She puts a coin in my pocket.

subtle emissions as i start the boat never skip praying on my own oath,
i read the texts in life always seemingly encrypted just like a messaging app,
the real show is beginning behind the curtains somehow being trapped,
the actors are going to play a better hand, we only want the real champ,
essence of ones life looking in my eyes surpassed my mind like a dreamland,
believe in the expansion of your quintessence, command the battle like you're protecting the motherland.




dug up my ditches you can feel the innevitable switch of a persian prince watching time,
rotate the key, press on ignition and your library will burn but rebuild unlike the one in Alexandria.