Trapped in a flesh vessel.

I once sat in the pilot seat of my life.

Until a hijacker appeared, and demanded the chair.

I refuse and try to resist, but into my gut, he plunges a knife.

I fall to the floor, and endure the despair.

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I long to be the pilot, I know just how to fly.

But the hijacker holds his position and won’t budge.

So I must sit and watch, I have no choice but to standby.

The pilot loves the power, and I just begrudge.

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The pilot is emotionless, oblivious to his damage.

He barrels through happiness, crashes into my shrines.

To say the very least, this pilot is a savage.

Like a juggernaut, he destroys while I watch on the sidelines.

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If I could hold that position, I believe I would do amazing things.

But now I just mourn the carnage, and hope better is what the future brings.