Perfect Paper Plane

Slowly, slowly but surely this day is swirling down the drain Tempers are flaring, orders are dastardly; being lashed out Obnoxious, oblivious, overwhelming stupidity How much more is the margin pushed before it becomes enough Society is taking a step back, a step back from progression Obsession, controlling of time writing takes care of the problem though others arise Revising, reconstructing, reiterating so redundant, repetitive, annoyance When will everything finally cease when will everything finally cease, dissipate... Fuse with the wind, take the shape of an inanimate object and fly, float away into the nothing or like a perfect paper plane signed with grief in the misty rain as if to say come back another day