Usurp reality. Unwind the ties that bind. 1977 reaffirmed what I had been thinking all day: it is indeed in the pangs of defeat, the drive of desperation where in the serendipitous bounce lays, in wait ready to connect or defeat.

Of course it wasn't as whimsical as that.

When I ask the question, what controls you?...

My answer is tendons, sure technically our muscles are controlled by our central nervous system, but if you are talking true control, my answer is still tendons.
Brain controls muscle, muscle controls movement, movement is articulated and refined also limited by...Tendons

Be that as it may I walk in the right path with wet feet. I get it now, at least enough to fake it, It's still not fair though, and so goes the serendipitous bounce.

I hate to hate a color. But right now I hate blue.

It isn't the fight upstream that matters it is the resistance: any resistance.

The serendipitous bounce is calculated enough to get you to the point that you have a split second to save two lives. Wait I don't think my own counts If I save it, or does it?
Survival instinct, I guess but that also means I believe life is worth living.
Only a small improvement I say.

Don't worry, it's not as ominous as it seems: what is a life that can never be free?

I want it in plain English for once. But that will never happen, instead everyday cryptic coincidences that enthrall a sense of mythic pursuit.

I get it, when the stars line up, the stars line up. I must do my duty.

I will never not want to know why.(?)

I hope you get hit by the serendipitous bounce someday.