Place setting for a proper meal and proper ppl.

Set in my saturated satire when clearly I aspire to be preforming under the beam of the upper level: show lights . String me along for another delight, tell me things are alright. I'll believe you because it'll be better then what it'll be when I'm spiralling. Moments lead to motions making memories that paralyze me . Why do we all have to get so angry? A moment makes a motion, that makes a memory of a moment never inspired but destined to be the spiral we ride until two eyes don't meet clearly. 2 ways, 2 thoughts, 2 knots tying it up and wrapping it tight