Everything is a cycle
Perfectly calculated with the Golden Ratio
We're drowning in gold.
We're drowning in something perfect
And it's worse that we're used to it.
Rinse and repeat.
Rinse and repeat
At some point we repeat so much that we forget to rinse
And we spiral into a realization
That we're following a carved path
Set in stone
A guiding light
That we only realize is an open maw when it's too late.
We realize too late that we've been wasting our time in eternity