I Wanted To See The Line

I Just Wanted 
To Be Good.

It Just Seemed 
Like The
Right Choice.

But, When
Identifying 'Good,'
I Noticed A:

Dismissive Pattern
Arose Like
Tapestry
Clock-Work
Keeping 
Time...

Boxes With
Sides Undefined.

***

What Are Those
Boxes For, And
What Are They
Made Of, And
Why Are They
Shaped Like That?

I Eventually
Asked, Because:

I Am Totally
Out Of My Mind.

***

But Then, I Was
So Young, I
Definitely
Understood.
They Told Me, And
That's Good.

Plus Plus.
A Triple Plus.
It's Easy, Whatever!

***

So We Were Travelling
By Car, On A Road
Vacation, Travelling
The Inter-State And
Crossed A State Line...

I Was Horrified!
What! When?!
We're In 
Another State!?

I Don't Know
About You,
But I'm Not
The Only Dumb One...

I Was Mad There
Wasn’t A LINE!

***

It Was A Sad
Revelation For
An Over-Sensitive Mind.

No Freaking Lines.

-Gray Squirrel

11-08-2025
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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