Untitled

I'm a slave to my own causes
I'm the king of dependent clauses
Life is too simple, thanks Tristan
Life is full of God, thanks Christian

A hotel, quivering in the embrace of tectonic plates
Tsunami city: a diagnosis of the world's aches

Help me, I'm trapped in time
Entropy's claws gracefully hold mine

What?
You're leaving?

I can't follow my thoughts
Once it gets stressful it's lost
It sinks down into the abyss of my mind

I can't die yet, I haven't finished my work
My pride, my joy, the only reason I lurk
Around this Earth, just a constructive interference
Quantum qualities in between some decoherence

Fuck off, Descartes