Don’t have any time to think A lie Particle physics of decisions based on vibes Parts of massive institutions based on lies Make the hard decisions for us A person could get used to this But I really shouldn’t I need to make the time to think Take it back from entertainment In the past I titled all my decadence I called it “Vision” Called it “Remembrance” Called it many things I don’t have any time for system maintenance Orbits all decay Horizons shrink Day collapses inward Pages black with ink From rewriting memories I’ll tell a lie And call it a story I have no time for honesty I just have no pride The clock moves backwards I write my future as a fiction Chapter by chapter Call it history Refuse to learn from my mistakes They constantly occur Call them current Vessel drifting off of course Watch the world pass me by A person could get Used
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