my life s work is waiting for a train to come not driven by a living thing no free will will i wait for my masterpiece is running in place charting distances i run lifting blocks but building nothing touching each one and walking off screen this isn t moving break my legs with the strength of a thousand won t you take a once very capable brain and make it quiet make it sane and never able to work the same again now that the alkaline taste in my mouth it runs through my throat into my nose and i know it s going to kill me it s killing me it s killing me oh the wait is killing me