silent meltdowns

 
 
 
        imagine life a movie-simple in ways, deep in others-and sooner or later the more sense it makes;  
 
        but by then.... it's probably too late; meltdowns came and gone away; rigged from rip-the "game" at play;
 
      white sheets along with yellow tape;
    reserved for one too many breaks;
    the truth is that it's paved that way;
    just another mess that's made....
 
  what makes a person press replay by bringing life to just get slain; while knowing there's "a thousand ways...."  
 
what makes a person want to stay.... the circuits sparking day to day.... at best one wants to isolate-a tortured mind-a smile that might as well be fake....
 
    meanwhile.... one wonders passing days- how jet black overtakes the gray....