Scoping out people’s illusions since conscience began,
I’d rather savor the tendencies of their centrifugal alignments,

If their perceptive desire is born in arrays of counter dynamic balance,
To know my true nature among variants of constellation incubated change,

For when the system floods with the source of its chain reaction,
Cancelling its adaptive survivalist information is just a game,

In evidence of being trapped within circles of constantly expanding space,
As levels of circumstance takes precedence over evolving observational aim.,