Submissions by bigppMASTER

Every day is a rotation
on the complex plane.
Everything moves just a bit
in predictably changing vectors,
all progress reversed
and redone,
so many times it's forgettable
if you don't bother to count.
It's derivative.
No matter where I run
the distance remains,
two plus two is still four,
sounds don't change meaning.
No matter how high I climb
only the X axis awaits me,
and numbers don't even care
if I'm about to puke.
I think I liked it better
when things were simple
and whole ...

I never needed you,
Mr. Human.
I never chased your shadow,
and if I did,
I did so ironically,
as a joke,
something to amuse over
while the minutes run past.
It's quite sad
that you can't tell the difference.
You just happened to be here
and I've been playing along.

And now the joke's over.
This whole damn circus
is closed.
The actors are already packing
and jumping off cliffs.
And then there's you,
still here.
Go on, then.