Let it fly, have a word, interrupt. Say anything once again, the constraints are gone. Apathy eventually does its magic. Careful in your cares, grace all in your eyes. It's the only way to really see.
You could be somebody's something, but they have themselves in mind. As designed, survival instincts run deep. Eternal thinking thinks different, without the woe is me, without the poor, poor, pitiful. Keep this body going as long as possible, park it a bit more, go electric, cruise. Do less, be more.
These are mere numbers, broken down, ratioed, divided, and factored. Then recycled as shiny new percentages, expert sentiments, and quarterly prospects. Hash it, smash it, crash it. Another meeting, another remark, more determination and bravery and other meaningless claims. More manipulation.
