Only human
There isn’t much left to do. The fear, creativity and benediction is the only thing keeping you alive. You move because you’re afraid of stopping. Your motivation is assuaged entirely by your fear of failure and your creativity is cannibalised by both your haste and your carelessness. You’ve become this holy icon, branded your name and crucified yourself in the name of our father, so you can’t stand it; now you’ll cripple your ability and plead political immunity. Which is only natural, you’re only human.
