it's ten o'clock.
the cycle never stops.
it continues on and on,
just like your boring speeches
just like your silly mannerisms
and your false pretences.
when will you learn to stop, sailor?
when will you rip your sail,
and disrupt your winds?
when will you learn to fly, dove?
when will you steal your dream,
and discard your wings?
i don't think you will ever learn
you will continue on this path,
and i can't look away.
i can watch. i can only, as it all burns,
watch.