I'm troubled by my sheer curiosity, when the powers that be are tunneling mindlessly, edging ever closer to me. Existential mind's elation, forgot the consent of the collective majority with no apology, itinerary pre approved, don't let my name be misconstrued.
Miscellaneous expenses lead us to deviant distractions, the motherboard matters in these moments of time lapses. Watch the man, watch him walking, see him near, see him clear. As he steps and strides past this primitive version of me.
Trips and he spins, coughs with a hiss, see his colour stained teeth, sick baby sick, not for me to insist, the man has a remarkable glitch, flashing and flowing, thunderous applause, midnight glowing.
Check his baby steps, follow with a soft copy, do you want to believe this man's mission? Do you suspect he may have a confidential mistress? Will he elude us once more as he disappears through the walls?
Only conclusion I'm able to encompass is I will protest with little access to his almost blissful intensity, it's forever raining down upon me. Why am I searching for a reason? Is this delusion I believe in? Not many people can find you, deep within the chaos dimension.
Pure curiosity keeps me out of patience, I give into you, lacing up my boots, if it stops before I wake up, follow me in and out of dimensions. For this is what I want to do, believe when I say, I'm counting on you.
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