From The Arena To The Stars

Reprinting time towards a better life. Nothing is worth it but just make believe and things are always better. Always tomorrow and nothing more. Another few days left in space and always wondering what to do next. A period of waiting on the floor for something to happen. Dual personalities duel it out for the prize of King of The Split Level Head. But then it dies and the background becomes a curious mixture of blood orange and the camera pans away from the arena and into the stars in the sky at night