Starry-eyed earthbound litter
Floating gracefully through chaos and beauty
No meaning to being but being. Whose fucking idea was this?
Well, I'm here now, I guess
So what now?

Cells reborn collapse
A blacked-out future, a thankless game

A spinning wheel
Cuts loose your thread
Turning and winding
Splitting at its ends
Becoming a simple
Senseless unraveling