Reset
Rest stop
Downstairs
Confetti on a table
Automatic good
Auto-fortune
I can't tell anymore
He can't yell anymore
But listens intently
He can't trick anymore gently
Removed pause from outlook
Reframed thoughts in the hivemind

Misdeeds in the wake
Of your own soul, frosted
Consider it sung or heard
It looks or sounds like moon beams
Your own seat, tainted
Your own self, refurbished in friction
Death in drought
Fickle freedom

What if it were dragged?
Fatal flaw
He doesn't think
He doesn't fake

Before he found it within