21 St. Century

Show down. Eye to eye, Tears sweat from it's cheek. Little bit of a shake in the bodily wise. "You can't do this to me! Speak in that tone of voice!" "Look around. They'll think you're insane!" "Get back in line!" Cirlcing my lens sight about, Seeing the expression of anguish hysteria in the norm, The air is now poisoned with agony emotions. Who can escape? High noon like never seen before. "Don't come any closer!" "Do you know who I am? 21 St. Century." "You live in me." "Play by the rules, be quiet, and take it like a man!" Smiling infinity within me. "No! Do not walk away like that!" "You need me!" Turn with final words of free, "Who needs who?" "Time. A lonely place without man. Better thank the One who keeps you in His Hands." "As for me. Better things to do. Live on Earth in her humbleness." "By the way, shut off the light before you leave. Too late! The roundabout living are your witnesses that it was done long ago." (Thank you Jill Martin for your comments on "Blank Screen". Your comments fired me up to write this one.)