No Need Poem by Mystery Boy

It becomes a constant overtime
At some point you are benumbed
It is nothing really peculiar

In the end you know your ground
So no need for anticipation
Since there is not going to be a deviation.
No need for consultation
Since that will not cause an adaptation.

You know the truth
So no need for a delude
These people with their tales.

After all, it becomes a constant overtime
At some point you are benumbed
It is nothing really peculiar