kite your dreams upon systems which support them
liken yourself the hardest human in existence
already, toxins have infected the waters, since most of
selections in thought are negatively tinged, but the positive
still sits silently, scurrying and millying about only in the mind
i've seen the outside world for its innate distrust, its lack of
concentrated happiness, but epicurus can solve our issues
already, i've surrendered myself, and quit while i was ahead
let life pass by, legions leverage paths before our eyes
