Loose Cog

Thu, 08/13/2015 - 11:35 -- RandA

 

It’s progress

this is the right direction

the show must go on

but I am no small actor

I’ve read the script

In Act IV I fear for your life

each scene another wall

thrown up

The audience is fiction

 

and we’re fabricating reality

 

Going with the flow

yields problems

when you look beside you

dead fish

you begin to wonder

“could I ever swim on my own?”

 

You’re needed to need

To be dragged down by the things that have become you

you have allowed yourself to become

them

This poem is about: 
Me

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