You're abject denial, Of my process, Is wearing me thin. Stop and start execution. Pausing to rewrite orders. Re-navigating mid wrong-turn, But none of them can be right, If you only want me to go left. Burning the CPU like coal, just to keep up with your, redefinitions, Your reasons- Playing the shephard, Managing the frequency, By being the antenna. My state must be stoic, Not by choice or design, But qualitatively, existentially. These Infinitely repeating processes, Spawning new sessions, Flooding my server, Gauging the threshold- Every instance, A tiny reflection, Of the bigger pattern. Looping and cycling, With a crunch and a bang. I've had to slay devils, And burn Angels, Just to make it this far. Destroying everything in my path, Just to hold it all together, Now you want me to fight you, If I want you to stay? I'm always changing, And that will never change. This ship is departing, Are you coming on board? Or should I count you, Among those lost at sea?
