Pareidolia

Quite an inconsequential significance 

This recursive feedback loop is. 

Coming into the world the same as I will exit as:
An amnesic.

To think about the myriad ways impermanence manifests
To posture rewritten history upon innumerable sets of constants 
A totally useless ephemeral honor

Ouroboros type labor 

I see fun, beautiful nonsense controlling itself
Enfeebling entropic forces with rhythmic sanctity
Eluding all definition or description
Is the unremembered worth living?

I'm looking for a song more belletristic
I'm gonna miss it all
But I've got it Now
That diaphanous prepidatiousness in our eyes
And our mirrors which equivocate it right back to us