In some oblique sense of conventional wisdoms all going awry - or (oblong) explanations taking the point of life away?
To be propellorhead - mind racing as I’m thrown up into a helicopter engaged, and now no longer?
I have so many questions about how things are - as I know them - no longer under question but just an attitude?
Do we actually have a fucking clue? The answer rhymes with the answer only you know.
I’m obselete at the finish line leaving this with you.
To be propellorhead - mind racing as I’m thrown up into a helicopter engaged, and now no longer?
I have so many questions about how things are - as I know them - no longer under question but just an attitude?
Do we actually have a fucking clue? The answer rhymes with the answer only you know.
I’m obselete at the finish line leaving this with you.