Are you ready?
We've got to run with this.
Understanding time, coping with illness.
They aren't worth the piss I sold my future with.
No revelations no.
I've been so impatient see I can't escape me.
Nothing to show.
Fed up with complacency, I can't escape me.
Too far out of the know.
What the fuck does that mean?
I mean to say that I, I need to kill time and space.
I can't keep up the pace so long.
I passed out in the throng and buried my will.
I think I know exactly what I need.
A point to penetrate me.
Struggling every day to define everything.
Normalcy - How, why, what, when, where, who.
Tugging you every which way.
And everything we do feels so contrived.
I feel it too.
We're fucking alive.
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