Such a Pitiful Existence
Openly littered…tempting…the signing never stops and the personalities escalate to
True-dom, if such a world would truly exist.
I appear insulting to a crowd induced by kings and mortal icons.
Skipping love for influence,
Influence for memories,
Memory for indulgence and lost time.
All lost yearnings not yet exposed to our inexperience,
Yet at the same time I feel a certain inaccuracy.
I am alone in my insolence.
I will never escape this pitiful existence,
Yet I am sure…
The narrative will continue.