#312 In your head, there is an editor that doesn’t shut up

It was given a blanket check
To edit incessantly and freely without giving a heck

Its instructions are wildly inaccurate
Yet we blindly follow like a drunken mate

Into the endless rabbit holes it takes us
Craving a better version of thee with no fuss

Yet an editor is all it is
In the frenzy and need to edit, that’s its bliss

Merely a crave or a drive in shambles, it derives
A story that is almost true but really mostly contrived

Editing and editing away in fury and rage, it persists
Yet in silence it can’t fathom to exist

So in the cage of endless ranting
It continues to bring you down or up as if it’s nothing

In your head, there is an editor that doesn’t shut up
And its contract is up to expire yet, what a scary reality that is if it ever did

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~