You can do this.
Even if the cake is a lie.
But who cares? Just breathe.
You can't outrun your own reflection.
Because mind is just a software.
And yet you open the door gently.
The one on the right of course.
Knowing that this action will have consequences.
Meditating as the blocks fall in front of you.
Leading their kind to the light.
You reach the part where I kill you.
So see you in the major leagues.
And when you take your headset off.
Just don't drop that determination.
Because someday we will meet again.
And this time I will be ready.
For You.