like how domino's fall and marbles roll down a spiral:
as the world around me falls and I lay on the top edge of the slide
I notice as I look down that this time around it's a different ride
at the bottom of the spiral there's no spring to bounce me back
or a bucket on a string
there is nothing to break my fall
I wonder what the point was when my master placed me at the top
as I run into the walls
while I unintentionally spin out of control
in a sea of purposeless freedom
void of friction, a lifeline or a route
rolling towards a life of utter boredom
