Will Turner

The fine line drawn between making a mistake and not making one is that of knowledge. I do (know) most of the time when 'it's ma bad'. An irony from the fact of being senile at birth, I suppose. On a lighter note - that's if you deem it heavy in the first place - the very existence of human nature opens us up to a new realm of occult (may I put it this way) called sharing.

It's never wrong to get people knowing about the shit you've stirred.
It's just a matter of time karma police catches up with you.
I never had to go on that run.
I make myself heard.
That's a flaw these days, I notice.
A hidden one that's never once too far from the surface.
The paths of Knowing and Sharing have long been fixed to cross.
In a foreign and awkward manner.
First words, turn out to be last words.
Audible and clear, anything but encouraging.
The more we try to change something, the more it stays the same.
There's a captain to the Flying Dutchman.
Like there's a owner to every bomb.
Drop it on the responsible before it goes off on the innocent.
Sharing is no longer for the strong, but for the weak.

Imma set sail to make the run.
I'll turn myself in when I'm done.
Once again, the immaterial has become, the immaterial.