Dreams achieved become memory
Dreams left undone continue as fantasy
Tangents of a soul’s trajectory
No time for calculation, you’ve got to pilot manually

Abandon your desire to succeed
This game is played with incredible speed
There is not enough time to reap the rewards
Nor enough to be secure, or to ever be bored

Deny your impulse to fail
You can’t hide your tracks or cover your trail
We are all naked for the world to see
Either you live as a slave or strive to be free

Beryond the barrier of repulsion and desire
Beyond the categorization of eternity
Above and below, within and without
All angles are saturated with uncertainty

This precious infinity, one moment is all we ever see
Yet, by process, we define the chronology of “me”
Clinging to this infantile sense of continuity
A toy for a child, a need for normalcy

Moment after moment, filed categorically
Continually veiling the luminescent infnity
Deny this sequence, this accursed library
Abandon all concepts, and don’t do it conceptually

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