Here I exist in contemplation
Burning with singular anticipation
Wondering why I be
Questioning the whole of me
I've been me the entire time
Down the line I'll be fine
But for now I'm in a state of flux
Stuck
Between burnout and revelation
Spiritual focus and sense of purpose
Swirling nebula making me nervous
I realize my unhealthy habitual state
I can relate, I've seen this show before
I'll adore, I'll implore, I'll explore
This sense of overwhelming sync
It's all really random I think
Is the dice controlled by an invisible hand
Change the direction with a sincere demand
Prayers are an illusion without the intent
Hell bent heaven sent
How can we possibly be sure
Humans aren't pure
But we try to survive as a tribe
And we imbibe all the easy answers
And try to avoid our collective cancers
I'm six feet deep and I'll creep
Until I figure out how the noise
Puzzels out a pattern in the void
