I don’t want to die a failure. But since it’s happening, you bet I’ll make a point to drag the process out. The lions hunts in a pack. Vultures stalk. Lions die out. Vultures flock. And the earlier worm gets an earlier death. I’ve got nothing to show. Work ethic gives no hope. Because the earlier worm gets an earlier death. And who am I to try to interrupt such a fool proof process? And I have figured it out, that I have nothing to gain. That there wasn’t ever anything missing. Whether or not you make it plays no part to planet Earth. So keep on scheming, delay all you want but you’re gonna decay. Into the ground beneath you, and the dirt will welcome you home. Kick back, rest. It’s okay, calm down, just rest. There’s really nothing better to do.