i make a U turn on the tracks
to use the momentum you gave me
your endeavor wont enslave me
help them share relation with each other
and i will be ousted by the mass
insane, they wait for me to crash
my timing couldnt be more thoughtlessly contrived
in the instincts of i/eye
i destroy peices of you
through stearn example
in every childs eye
that looks up to me
and only see's a sky
empty of lies
and full of pride
the purpose of our accidents is the shaping of our purpose.
