Fictitious Glide

The process never wavers for you

The agenda is clear.

Feed on your precious, fictitious glide

Nothing's ever true for you.

Stain your kin with decisions

A thought for you to review

Can't find a frame large enough

Built to surround the 3 of you.

It's coming, moments away oh it's coming I say!

Not charming, deplorable and just alarming, I say

Maddening, on so many levels it's saddening, I say

It's coming, any day now approaching, I say.

Not for me to just disagree.

Not just something to do.

Like a mouse on a wheel I feel

I can't run far enough from you.

Do you feel when the knife cuts in

That you're somehow more alive than you've ever been?

Almost...Maybe? Maybe? Never!

Your fictitious glide is forever.