for (;true;)

The muted dignity of knowing you don't have to wear a costume, and wearing it anyway.

There is a naked truth to be squandered here Should the quandary be larger than life And twice as handsome as a milkshake with two straws To climb into it, wanting to do the math That would take a better person than I've allowed myself to be It would take uncomfortably and without charity Run us all ragged in a loop just begging for clarity Is it true, is it true? I couldn't tell you At least not without punching a hole in this big, stupid Universe But that would take time neither of us has And like... why is that? There is a truth to be pondered here Should the quandary be sharp with delight And twice as handsome as a milkshake with two straws