Grief made the young spring so splintering cold
The wedding bells are taunting us
And all the droplets of gold could not bring us back to it
The idle, youth, and repose
Oh the plentiful morn’, the hour I adore
The faucet gushing a current of the unknown
Oh, but I currently fold like cheap cardboard box
Where did the origami go?

You’ve finally found your goal:
To grow old

Holy mackerel, it’s a joke
What happened to the banter
‘’hey grey-beard loon, you are such a kook’’
You’ll marry me to a noose
If I call you a goose,
Can’t you just get over it?

You’ve finally found your goal:
To throw stones

‘’Heel! Here is how you feel!’’
Orders from the analyst
Are screenshot, and copy paste a brain
‘’Sir, have you gone insane?
I can’t live like this’’
The coroner ‘round the corner begs to differ
He’s says ‘’let’s just let it simmer,
you’ll grow into it’’
But I’d rather grow a second tongue
So I can be the one
To say I ain’t buying that
No, I ain’t buying that, I ain’t buying that

So retire me, un-hire me, cross me out,
I’d rather not exist than to pretend that I am free

You’ve finally found your goal:
To control