This is the wonderful, beautiful people you miss
With tapestry threads and Chinese meals
To glaring deserts, officially unrevealed,
From campus to all to nothing real.

This is the ranting and ignorant, cornered hiss.
It's confident, proven and always wrong,
Community driven, created for you to belong
But built on trance and monotonous song.

This is the pointlessly intricate house you insist
Was perfect, forever and almost there
But plagued by workshy tradesmen who don't really care
And only exists because we must share.

This is the cavities, flashbacks and spells you resist.
Disintegration is clear from the chart
With even your seemingly unimpressable heart
Undoctored until it falls apart.

This is, as you should probably know, best practice.
I think you'll find that you're doing it bad
Despite the relevant training you obviously had,
Induction, assessment and backup lad.

This is the void, the breathtaking vanta abyss.
It knows every flickering thought you forget,
Is aware of the dangerous dares you haven't thought yet.
The timing's uncertain, the actions are set.