Hey Kid look at you with all the potential being victorious, being great. Happiness clings onto a single thread, the grief my obnoxious excuses for... convincing the foundation, the blueprint sketches and sketches just plans though out on a piece of paper half done, half hearted.
a half hearted son looking at the stars trying to figure out what all this awe is about. The learned astronomer, what went through his mind, what could possibly not go right back into mine reel all of it in and never come to the end the fucking bait snapped, get over it and skip to the end wait till you find out wait till the light goes out wait till you find out wait till there's nothing left to lack