Awake to a room covered in tattered papers
Grinning stains, the only paintings on the walls
On the sagging ceiling my eyes spot a familiar line
Its daily travels make no difference to me at all
Squashed in this corroding space
My everyday life encased
Shan't continue misplaced
Drywall cracks scream at me
No such thing as destiny
Drywall cracks, I hear them say
Not another day spent astray
Staying on the side which still is intact
Instinctively I rush out with empty hands
Navigating through this infinite maze
I shall remove myself
Remove myself
Drywall cracks scream at me
No such thing as destiny
Drywall cracks, I hear them say
Not another day spent astray
Structures demolished
in a vertical river of knowledge
A prophetically tactile
relentlessly unidirectional fractal
