[Corneac]

Update the world, would you?
On the interlude between two,
As if they care,
And broadcast a bulletin,
Perhaps the one you want to see,
Is the same one,
Hunting, scrounging, for pieces of me,

And my capitalization is a mess,
But it looks right to me, I think,
Cause indecision and pointlessness
Have caught be unawares,
As my greatest enemy,

And my thoughts are meandering
And sort of dawdle,
Like the child you, ten feet behind,
Lost in a world,
Where destination is but an inclination
I dawdle, immortal,
If only I cared
That I’m running late