“Everybody fighting for positions; musical chairs”
— Lil Wayne
Imagine the scenario where I am in a game of musical chairs zoning out as is in my habit to. A curious mind walks up and asks what’s going on in my mind. I unreel…
Isn’t this the case though? The world in cycles; which for some inexplicable reason—incessantly guarded by the cosmos (or whoever is in charge)—was already in place before we arrived.