Kung Fu Ego

Not disillusionment, not business as usual, something regal and crude at the same time like the self mounting its own trench to announce that the war is over, all the riddles have left the chamber and we do miss assembling them, and the surplus, but not enough. Work songs are not enough. We have a young canyon, and any one piece of wood in my hand is automatically two when I'm lazy enough to concentrate they break exponentially, forgetting that breaking is associated with loss and not gain and runoff into a brand new rainforest shouting I'll never change, I'll never chain, isle always be changing for you