Over Loop

Don't want to know or need to know, what's flying up my chute

the answer doesn't matter and the end result 'tis mute

If I have it, I'm a goner, regardless still of when and where 

if I don't, I'm extended, and for me that seems quite fair

My existing time's important, worry yet doth drape my choice

but money spent to know for sure feels like a worser noise

It's my life, it's my death, I'm just juggling destiny as I please

perhaps I've over looped you, binding thou to my disease