amidst the subtle headaches and pulsating temples like mountains raining jagged side down and wooden nutcrackers bayoneting the insides of our brains our lives keep riding these burning carousels of monotony
there’s no war in our **** or fire in our incinerator anymore
and these chessboard days of recrimination keep repetitively circulating into the form of a spherical motion
get up, go to work, get yelled at by the boss, fight traffic, come home, cook, clean, eat dinner, go to sleep and do it all over again until there’s no beginning to tomorrows end. living our vanilla lives with vanilla wives until the something happens.
the needle of change pulls through the thread of life and we begin all over again on a new chessboard on a new carousel and repeat steps until our lifelines look more like a string of beads than a mountain landscape or a flash of lightning because it’s easier to give up and settle down than to have life constantly changing in chaos but only if we had enough courage to shake the world like an Ian Curtis epilepsy dance and rip the necklace of listlessness off the neck of inferno and watch the pearls of our routine fall, bounce and roll down some ***** alleyway where a rat never lived.