FAITO

a song i guess

-incoming beam of psychic dream-

Shadow clones in this work feeling useless, a quirk.

But physicality got me limited, denpa noises time for it again.

Temporally dislocate personas across days away

Seven times hell no, sabbath ain't a hat trick, naruto may have mad cred,

But his son got this hack then.

Each fraction got some action and some traction in each own win

Discontent on a bend not a friend of mine

But no comma no nokama

Built a hive to survive need a pack, need a crew.

Isolation got me critical

Feeling cynical

And slightly whimsical

Cuz I broke that chain of consequence

Of divine providence

Guaranteed infamy in my family for some selfish greed

Following my need to be me believe

I don't wanna be useless and don't feel that I am

But this situation's got me all peter pan

Stuck in neverland by my own demand

I can leave any time but the only exit puts me in a grave or worse wage slave

Build an airship, hook always had the right idea

Maybe we should meet up

I got skills not untested, but no target for my knife

Moss growing in places should be moving not static

How many plates can I keep spinning?

Is that the art of winning?

Monitize that and I'm livid.

Success aint hard, just follow the money, and stand for nothin

And thats a bridge to far.

I'd rather be obscure not demure but no allure and some syntax inactive not attractive

Pangalactic sportin mad threads of my own blend to my home mend but not home when

My own kid grown up and me not knowin

Better that way I keep saying, the alternatives are so obvious

Propagate my culture through a known kind of abuse,

The protag needs to be loose, and not tied to my capsized role

That's what i'll say. That's a truth at least.

Maybe it's wrong but I think we belong

In a story like that, one that starts with a song.