The Meaning Was Cooked in a Boiling Pot
Within seconds of arrival, I'm collapsed. My energy is null, and my brain fades to black. I push for ambition as I'm leaning towards an excuse, but the struggle stays bearing, and the war stays instilled. What shall a straggler do? His cause was so mighty, but it has now been subdued? The choice will wait under entitlement, as the weights pull my body in. Deeper into the coral reef, as my destiny's been impurified with the sin of sanctioning oneself. To sanction, is.