#preordain

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Preordain - ChrisCold

Was it really all set in stone did I trap myself in a wheel is life just a zoetrope giving me the illusion of real? I thought fate was undefined but now my life is in confines like a marble circling the drain everything I do is preordained Not like I can complain i'm too comforted by the same i've set in motion the next year of my life ingrained and frustrated will I be if anyone attempts to thwart it one small deviation it's commotion irritating I will not let it be distorted Was this what I asked for? A future already laid out for me? A metronome never peaking ever slowly ticking to the center? I thought life was a story I tell but all it is was a carousel this hourglass shreds the same grain everything I do is preordained i just want to jump off this train not do the same thing over, over, over, again.... I remember how my childhood dreams were like a playground, i could do what I want, I could do everything, that window of opportunity just kept shrinking the older I kept getting destiny was a topic up to debate for me as this world's boundaries kept impeding trying to define the only thing that made me free but was this prophecy inscribed by me or is the powers that be at fault for my tragedy? there's a comfort in mediocrity a simple joy chasing the carrot on a stick i had the scissors to cut that string but maybe in the deep recesses of my mind there was a insistence not to otherwise was it really all set in stone? did I preordain all this just to keep my life plain at home? oh no, here comes the function again... Was it really just the rotation of planets that has kept my life spinning right back to this drab earth where I don't lose but far from winning? I thought the cubicles were far but now my door is barely ajar like drawing circles in the sand my futures already been planned Not like I would reprimand i take pleasure in the mundane all the structural i lived next year like it's today and bothered will I be if one tectonic shift disrupts it not my fault when I erupt I can't allow it to be sifted Was this what I truly wanted? a heartbeat flatlining by everything? to let this horizontal elevator take me to my grave and predestination? I thought ideas were for pretending but they're scripted like happy endings I'm trapped in a single picture frame everything I do is preordained I just want to even feel pain not to avoid it avoid you, be devoid ever ever again... My naive brain can't contain the big dreams and big goals within which is why they flood out my eyes in incremental decrees so it can be shoved in the shoebox suffocating my visions of beyond dead brown eyes all occupy my face I'm automatic and rudimentary was I the cause of this effect? is a invisible force struggling against the hopes I can only plan on having? it might play well to my ego just to blame others for this misery but seeing as I don't experience, merely react, I've been living the life to the bare minimum at it's fullest, but was it really the rotation of planets that preordain me to this shell of a human being? just so breaking out of it would be fleeting? so id' never break the mold of life's ultimate meaning? was it a excuse I've grown to start believing? look at me, all my sentences are still scheming.... Was it really set in stone? Was it really set in stone? Was it really set in stone? was it (all my hopes and dreams) Was it really just a carousel? Was it really just a carousel? Was it really just a carousel? Was it (everyone's fault for everything) Everything I do is preordained every sentence and measure aimed precisely to fit a statement (I thought fate was undefined) precisely to fit a statement (i thought the cubicles were far) every sentence and measure on par (I thought ideas were for pretending) EVERY FUCKING THING I DO IS A ENDING! Avoid consequence avoid experience avoid existence avoid feeling everything is preordained anyway I wish it was just my fears I wish it was just the wind but I can feel the end on every fiber of my ears over, over, again, again, avoid, avoid, devoid, devoid everything is preordained anyway I'm a book being read to it's last page I'm a old man ready to unplug of age I wish I could just fucking pretend but I know how this story already ends EVERY FUCKING THING I DO IS ENDING! NOT LIKE I CAN COMPLAIN I TOOK THE RIDE ON THAT CAROUSEL I TOOK THE RIDE ON THAT TRAIN I MADE A STORY I WAS TOO AFRAID TO TELL I WANTED TO LIVE ON A FLAT PLAIN I COZIED UP TO MY OWN PERSONAL HELL I LIKE IT WHEN IT'S ALL PREORDAINED OH GOD WHY AM I STRUCTURING AGAIN?! WHY CAN I STOP BEING A ROBOT EVER?! JUST GET ME OFF MY OWN BRAIN! IF ONLY UNPREDICTABLE WAS SANE! JUST LET ME BE UNIQUE AGAIN?! EVER? AT ALL? ONLY? WHEN? it's all... it's all the same.... whether knee deep in agony or high off my own shit I project my fate like it's beyond reshaping I've drawn a million different circles in the sand the planets all rotate in a million different ways was it really all the same in retrospect or is this subtle variation a decision I make forgetting the optics of my own imagination I deliberately made so limited mistake the forest between the trees can't read between the lines to understand the meaning life is ready to be chaotic with me maybe I could preordain life unnaturally and be free once again? avoid all semblance of functionality? break this stone I set into grains scrutinize the geology and find new avenues to run aground? unique or mundane it's all the same all preordained whether I like it or not...

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