Insane is the mind of the man who perceives that his repeated actions will eventually lead to something other than the outcome that he always receives, don't mean to spoil this surprise, but that man I speak of is me;
My expectations were not as astronomical as once thought, given it was a whim, but I figured out this plot as I planned and i schemed, suddenly it didn't seem I had it all figured out as I once thought, and I dreamed.
I have come to the conclusion, all is fair as my confusion has settled down to despair, and it's quite clear that my occlusion is only superficial anyway, it's all just on the surface.
After all these thoughts I thunk, i think I've figured out my purpose.
