Loose Cog
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