Thinking Revised (Enroll Today)

I lived to die today To say goodbye again tomorrow, unattainable it may be, unexplainable the sorrow seems to me, with last notes in concession, head fast the past confessions, indiscretions pave unholy ways, cementing rules to the games we play, tools we use for last times are never just that, forever to elude the facts, but never intending to conclude the impending inner strife, that impales with threat the scales of life with Russian roulette, uniformed in straight jackets, we tend to revisit mental asylums with dark exhibits, we often fail to revise common knowledge, the logic that nobody gets out alive, we surf the brainwaves like it’s merely a sport, and pulsate in this, the school of thought