Another argument to pretend
Another need to roll up memory
Terminal stage remaining the same
Another view in water to subtend
Zapping across the ocean of loneliness
Stating jargon names as only guess
Relapsing often to retaliate the maker
Believing in past, riding the future
I missed so many steps in between
Merry and sorrow at cross nineteen
Where I was supposed to stop
Lost as a drifter without a map
Still keeping myself alive
Breathing very much, waiting to die
Responses just as conditioned reflex
Welcome myself to The GOD Complex
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