Point me at the sky and let it fly.

This paragraph is from Point me at the sky, which I've played (very uncharacteristically) over fifteen times in the past twenty-four hours. I played it six times in a row before trying (and utterly failing) to sleep last night, which was a mistake because it then played over and over in my head while I was trying to sleep. Then this morning I woke up and played it eight times, and then just now...anyway.

Isn't it strange how little we change
Isn't it sad we're insane
Playing the games that we know end in tears
The games we've been playing for thousands and thousands and thousands....

What I like about it is the way that the last line is unfinished, the rhetoric cliche ('of years') merely implied. Remind me to try that sometime.

I tried to swim today, but that didn't turn out too well.

No, no, no. I'm gonna hold on, no matter.