time washes over me one day becomes the next i go through the motions and mute my brain money becomes the goal and i only move to attain it no thought required now i trust in my acquired instincts life is boring, but i don't know any better i've been in this rut much too long to succumb to boredom part of me fears i've lost another part of me and exchanged self for something i cannot name who am i? who can say. where am i? if i only knew one leads to the other like a string to a kite or a cord to a lightbulb or a seed to a flower i cannot grow i cannot move i cannot change until i find it