~Inevitably~

 

Ultimately I conceal belief that functionally Iʼm diseased, Iʼm fatigued.
Watch you measure motion with goals, while I just regress and stay the same I always was.


No one told me.
No one told me.
No one told me.
No one told me.


Ultimately I feel relieved that eventually Iʼll be unencumbered and free.
I watch you consider the thought but conclude the illusion must have meaning after all.


No one told me.
No one told me.
No one told me.
No one told me.


Ultimately insignificance I see that everyone grasps but refuses to believe.
Meaning all your movement matters not, when right at the end youʼre forced to stop.