One, two, three, four.
Tell yourself a lie to be sure:
who knows if the truth is truly a promise
and only you can find your own solace.

Five, six, seven, eight.
This is when you may realize
that times change without you
And that,
eventually,
things will spin & move
without you.

When did you realize
that peace was the trap:
the snare by the good
and the hell-bound who are caught?

When did you realize
that looking forward was insane:
that hoping for loops
and hoping for easy
is in no way
hoping at all?

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve.
Where have you managed to walk to now?
The road is long and you aren’t far;
hell knows where in the world you are.

Thirteen, fourteen.

…

Are you tired yet?