To where does the river flow that carries ambition?

To countless stories of the same submission.

How high does the kite fly that is left unfurled?

To the moon and back, like a frolicking girl.

So why do more spirits not stay away

from a land where rivers all flow the same way?

For up high on the moon, so bright,

all itinerant souls are shielded from such strife.

But if you're caught in the river's destined flow,

your path will be no different from the status quo.

So who will miss the soul caught in limbo?

The flow is inevitable, so ad lunam redibo.

And as the flow turns you on yourself,

your will does fade.

How sufficed?

With the shiver of an X-Acto Blade.