Chapter 39: Machinery

I drown myself in the present
Attempting to maintain stasis
Killing myself with monotony
No longer shall I service
You this way
Giving what you want
But not what you need
I hear you plead
So far so distant
From yourself and this dismay
Hiding behind layers and spinning dervish
Any barrier no matter how temporary
Anything to keep you from this
Feeling, this sensation, this moment
I can feel the earth turn again
Spinning wobbly and endless
As it walks a dredle’s path
Around its dearest light
And I’ve been hiding, the same as you
But those days are through
My morality may bite
My past may provide wrath
But will enjoy bliss
And a spin around the sun
Without your presets