I keep on saying I'm ready I'm ready
But then the snake of time eats its own tail
I want to ride on the forbidden leafy green dragon
Meander through a mere minute
Multiplying it times ten
Stretching out time
At least then I don't feel I've thrown away the clocks
Paid tokens to the keeper of interest grants and media
My eyes and hands becoming the tokens
This phone I hold becoming the slots
I spill endless attention to infinite pixelated boxes for what?
For what, for what, and for what and for what
I'm not ready I'm not ready