Mercy apparently
isn't in your vocabulary.
I escape, you're so quick to catch up,
what the hell is your fucking hurry?
If nothing can be any less,
then why rush what's meant to be?
This is not failing, its learning
through a long, enduring process
involving the elimination of finite possibilities
that will inevitably lead me to the conclusion
that nothing at all can be done
about the wheel that keeps on turning
that so ravenously grinds me down.
This is not the attempt to defeat hypothetical fate,
no, its only my act of asserting an inexhaustible free will,
this is my act of postponing the inevitable until
I can welcome it with open arms, if you like,
where I can accept the fact that it will grind me down
till I'm next to nothing, at which point I'll finally
be at your side.
isn't in your vocabulary.
I escape, you're so quick to catch up,
what the hell is your fucking hurry?
If nothing can be any less,
then why rush what's meant to be?
This is not failing, its learning
through a long, enduring process
involving the elimination of finite possibilities
that will inevitably lead me to the conclusion
that nothing at all can be done
about the wheel that keeps on turning
that so ravenously grinds me down.
This is not the attempt to defeat hypothetical fate,
no, its only my act of asserting an inexhaustible free will,
this is my act of postponing the inevitable until
I can welcome it with open arms, if you like,
where I can accept the fact that it will grind me down
till I'm next to nothing, at which point I'll finally
be at your side.
