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[createlisten]

I remember as a child watching the adults
doing what they want.
It seemed for fun then, but now I've learned
how necessity's cycles grasp at you
for their savage amusement.
I can understand why it's easy to think there's a man
stirring the big dish
I'm boiling in.
The time becomes spent inward,
instead of grasping
at the light scattering;
some hit the right buttons
and moved at the right times,
lucky to watch the things that shaped
how they see their lives unraveled before them now.

Nice cars. Bright smiles. The cold air. Senseless / protective.

There is no man. There is no dish. There is no understanding.