you might have to suffer tonight...
go to sleep unfulfilled, a little something unresolved, it makes you fight the drive for closure.

and you will lose... so your pithy bullshit leads you to the phone. leads you to the internet.
lord, you're a voracious consumer... trampling the planet on a crusade... with no focus, no array of belief, no backdrops, and no god damn passion.

Just a flash, the figures move from one position to another, and then the flash again...

moment to moment a scene unfolds, like a flip book.

from experience to recollection. seamless and elusive... you don't have a choice... it's the immediate and the actual... so you can count on losing everything... try whatever you want; control your behavior, outline your goals, look ahead. but the future's a bag of trash.

the pressure of the present crushed your plans.
..

you and all your friends.

in short: you're outta control.