A plan of no plan

Emptiness stretches

Both familiar, and not

Triple drill

It feels final, but so did the others

Anger, and powerlessness

Cheats always win

They are metagaming

Life's been at odds with me for as long as I remember

And every material has an expected lifespan

Then again, my memory might be lying

A selfish, and self-serving thing

Still, I don't see a way forward

or backward

or left, or right

A fine cage I have built myself to bounce around in

Acting and looking like a loony

For what else am I?

What do they call people like me.

Even sleep is denied.

I know not what will, but I shall ask.

And float.