How does it happen
That temporary pain
Gives the illusion
It's eternal?
We get so sucked in
So caught up in the trip
It seems the motion
Is static

Seamlessly it chugs along
Not frames in film, not frames at all

Change is the only
Guarantee that life has offered me

Just one direction
In this place that we live
Always towards
Always
I think that grooving
Is a nice way
To warp perception
Of time

Relentlessly it rides along
The metronomic perma-song


Change is the only
Guarantee that life has offered me