Can’t cross or see the lines of hesitation
No choice, so uncomfortably strapped in
Chest tight with twitchy passivity
A responsible member of society
In a warm caf, inertia takes the initiative
So familiar that it tricks the brain
It’s dry, though it seems like rain
Unconsciously he shouts out an expletive
Gets funny looks.
Time to move on.
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