As I know it at this point in time.
ON edge, on point, wary.
Follow heart, trusting, no one.
Yet open.
Too much input.
Physical changes.
Stronger. weaker.
omnipotent and helpless.
Hour by hour, day by day.
Not giving a shit about the world as I spout opinions

to give the impression I join in the fray.
Physically beat yet resilient.
Accomplishing tasks consistently with ease.
Too easy for the overseer.
I don't want one any more. No overseer.
Accomplishing a task before the appointed time is anathema.
Can't be done, you're a freak.
I don't want to be a freak anymore.
Flying my freak flag doesn't work for the crowd.
I don't want to be the crowd.
I just want to go off into left field and keep going.
Lion Scare.
Fighting with life.
Not according to plan.
WHOSE FUCKING PLAN ARE WE ON??????????????
i'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH OR ENLIGHTENED ENOUGH TO FIGURE OUT THE PLAN.
sO TELL ME WISE ONE, WHY SHOULD i CONTINUE TO PLAY THE GAME?
AFTER BEATING MY HEAD INTO THE WALL FOR CENTURIES????
For Moments, I step out of time,
I see and know the possibilities.
I'm just damn tired.
Free me. Kill me. Either way.
But if you kill me, I come to your realm.
and regardless of programming, I now know the game.
You cannot hold me, you cannot destroy me.
If you choose to leash vengeance upon my world,
upon my home,
there is no refuge for you. No place in any world.
No place in any galaxy or creation.
KNOW THAT IF NOTHING ELSE.
YOU CANNOT DESTROY ME.
KILL ME. I BEG YOU.
SO I MAY HUNT YOU TO YOUR DEATH.