​You’re trapped in a cell with invisible bars,
You dream of escape, you reach for the stars.
But every maneuver you try to create
Just proves once again—you seal your own fate.

 

You’re fucked, no escape, and that’s great!
No exit, no fix, you can’t clean the slate.

 

You’re chasing a self that you think you can shed,
But the one who would shed it is still in your head.
You “try” to let go—that “try” is a trick,
Another illusion, another mind dick.

 

You’re fucked, no escape, and that’s great!
Even your hope is just more of the bait.

 

Rebellion’s a mask, surrender’s a role,
Both are the ego, it’s still in control.
The “I” that attempts to dissolve in the flame
Burns even brighter, just playing the game.

 

You're not exempt, you’ve no secret key,
No mantra, no thought, you’ll never be free.
Each insight you gain, each clever refrain,
Is the loop in disguise—identity’s chain.

​

You’re fucked, no escape, and that’s great!
The loop is complete—and that is your fate.

 

No doer to do, no thinker to think,
Just thought chasing thought in an infinite link.
The prison is perfect, the loop is airtight,
“It can’t end like this, just watch me fight!”

 

You’re fucked, no escape, and that’s great.
Let go of the game—it will dissipate.

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Ha, Ha! I got you! You think there’s a how.

Sorry, this story will not end with a WOW!