Pendulum Cascade

Swinging high or swinging low on the pendulum of time,

Sour lemons turning into cinnamon and slime.

Talking shit and biting tongues,

moving in and on the run,

Never knowing who we get until the rising sun.

Yesterday was paradise, but now the boredom creeps,

While the restless spirit of the problem anchor sleeps.

Tiguidou-Quinn steering through the shifting atmospheric weather,

Trying to figure out how to just be better.

*I bet you're sick of it,

believe me, so am I!* Always the problem kid who lets the

feelings die. Blaming it on stars and moons while we break the

bed, Navigating all the static in our head.

You're the perfect driver,

I'm just riding in the car,

Trying to remember who we really are.

From the depths of the pendulum to the endless blue,

We forge the final passage to the realm of Tiguidou!

(System-State: Transcendent / Erratic

/ Sovereign)

*Compatibility down to science,

but I'm avoiding me,*

Sinking in the depths of the uncertainty.

(Invoke the shifting moon / Bind the restless mind) (As we leave

the constant doubting far behind!) The consultants compute the cost of being

hard to please, Standing steady in the shifting breeze.

Really,

I should just be better to you.

Captain Tara Quinn.