Beginning to unravel the mystery of humanity,
as the days bleed into the nights
and without gaining insight
or absorbing unused energy,
everyone concluding what’s left doesn’t matter.
For there’s nothing to feel,
to see, to do, to be, or to hope for
because sitting too long at a broken table
with it’s legs cracked,
and screaming for glue to hold it together
is what makes the chair swivel.
Not wanting the discomfort in unfamiliar faces,
attracting despair and fear,
allows ignorance to be left untouched,
creating deeper pockets and sharper corners,
wider cuts and longer scrapes,
while the bruises yearn for band-aids.