Revolving undisputed, the nonchalant wind blows, refuted, it closes around my feet, it's in deep, a hole i dig in conceit, but like they tell you, you reap what you sow, that's all I know, while I am coy to annoint the void, before the world is destroyed, because it's always the same, even though you see the change, it's only things being rearranged, and theres no one to blame, no one there to share the shame, of undeniable existence that we hold in custody, like nature who begs please, "theres no need for the deceit, we're here for the win, not for the defeat" yet it seems like we're too deaf to hear, something gets in the way we steer clear, but we see something approach from afar, we wait and do nothing until it's near, too close to call, fear disrupting the star, of our proclamation to do it all, regardless the leaves embraces august before falling, the type of feeling we all need resolve in, but here we stay, revolving.