Too many situations are overcooked,
Too much of a cooldown for said situations to mature
Complacency hasn't been inspired, but atrophy has made an appearance
Echos of definitions slightly deferred,
Blindsided by much drama,
Simply shifty shiftless, entire premises have been sidelined
Yet remaining a bit of a dreamer, a private redeemer
Being at turns sweet and evil, possibly a curse
Maybe that's the entire dream, the wraith of personal completion;
So from now on, he will pursue thinking ahead vs. looking ahead
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