A little self-revision?
You've got no central vision.
How will you know when something else is on the way?
You let a bad thing happen
Took a good thing for granted.
You messed around with fate and now your check is on the way.
A little touch of possession never taught anyone a lesson
Still tripping over all the shit that's in the way.
Like nuclear fission, you'll be your own provision
Ever so brightly till you burn it all away.