Parallel Universe
I got stuck in a parallel universe this morning. In the downtown Safety Building. I might as well have been on Mars. I did everything right, too. Followed the signs, through the tunnel, in through the door, waited in line...I waited there, later warming up on a wooden chair, watching the men-in-suits pass-on-through, while the regular folks set off the metal detector. I've never been so desperate to be found. It's impossible to be found in a parallel universe. You're stuck between cold gray walls, and under fluorescent lights, enclosed in. When you go looking for your loved ones, they've drifted away already. Into another Safety Building maybe. Across the street? Down this hallway? Up what stairs? Where's my brother? They've drifted away, paper in the wind. I can never catch up, and they can't find me.