the crack in the current of time is just a flip of the coin aspire for a while then collide with inanimation of all
no consistent pattern no winners, no rewards no such thing as permanent vows once broken - always on the mend until you fall asleep kiss goodbye your integrity no prowess required x2
it’s all fun and games until someone loses their innocence it’s all fun and games until someone loses x2
in sackcloth and ashes now when you know demand for endeavour’s been chronically low but someone keeps starting the fires again and again frustrated expectations as fallen empires a very slight difference from the distance of time something so utterly dire is making us right
I hold on to the circling of the hushaby in my head I try not to forget there’s no consistent pattern, no winners, no rewards no losers as well as long as we try