I'm twice the loser in this struggle   Run from this lack of purpoise - Run or stay, because it will find us anywas   Escape yet another layer of escape   I wish this was only you and me   I live the abstraction, I can't help how it makes me feel   As if nothing ever mattered, and as if nothing ever will      Everyday I think about the everyday.    All the pretty things we do and say   And everyone I see look too muck like me      The freedom I was so sure of   Going   Going   Gone   Now we don't move forward, just away.      All our complicated schemes, like fireworks to keep away the witches    To shatter this omnipresent state, this new quintessence of existance   At least there's time to meditate on what we are - the next generation empty-promise makers   It is better to neve have dreamt the dream   I'm not so sure that I have. Just the dream of a dream of dream.      Welcome Boredom.