Grinding, grinding, grinding

I, the ultimate reality

Who ought to be unshaken

That who shakes

As an escaped one

Who arrived here not by fluke

But rather by a calling

 

Not a stranger in the world

But rather a wandering soul

Amazed at all this total chaos

With sorrow in her eyes,

Droplets gathered on her lap

Looking for an easy way out

Tryin' to look uncool

Who wishes to be cool

That who struggles to unthink

But fearing to unswitch

O captain, My Captain—

Am I too much of a thinker

She who hates every minute of herself,

grinding, grinding, and grinding

Seeking somethin' that might set me free

Sure I fear being formless

Am I not just an ego

How may I just be me

Look who I am calling—

You, the shapeless and the formless

There you are, shimmering in the light

Whispering to be just like you, my friend

I shall have a dream

Full of fear and anxiety

Somethin' dumb

Somethin' real nonsense

But somethin' very uncool

To make my own uncool

Did I not know

There were two roads diverged in a wood

That has made all the difference