a sword named truth
sits in smoke and mirrors
i'd like to wield it,
will i get a chance?

predestination vs. post-destination
vs. predetonation vs. intonation
vs. this nation

the state
the human mind
(an enigma reading enigmas)

time is ticking,
in the next 30 minutes i have to read a thousand volumes
in the next 12 years i have to swallow seven seas
it's impossible to make a decision
... given the constraints, how am i expected...
excuses?

so she stands in front of me
holding an apple out to my mouth
"do you want the simple life?"
i wish i knew.

it's too late...
i'm drowning in the pages,
inhaling smoke,
searching,
falling towards an answer
(which is like approaching zero)