Whose fool am I anyway
Searching aimless
daydreaming my life away
I can’t even give my
secret project a name
and I’m caught up bad
in the game
I need to space out
unplug
and dive in
obedient to the voice within
far too much cognitive pollution
there is no goal
there is no solution
there is no God
that could be confined within one church
there is no knocking me
off this new perch
no name, fuck it
I am golden
quantum free agent
and
to none beholden
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