It was my rationality that’s ruining everything, but also the very same that keeps us alive.
I can no longer tell it what to do; it began to think for itself.
Such was never something I committed to, but was compelled to.
We are no longer of the green we were and certainly safe from our imaginations.
Yet we will still be die-trying to have the chance we hadn’t had enough.
But time is our enemy, and it gets stronger by second.