the feeling I’m given
endless it seems
breathe, breathe, breathe
did we want this? dream it up and put
a plan in motion, a sales team
for the technological dream
the uncle who won’t leave
remote camps will settle the score
or so I’m told
their agenda top secret
don’t help too much, just enough
true help is an admission of a problem
in the first place
ten years, that’s all it took
the tattered ends of the rope
looking up as they slowly unwind
a cruel world still
never kind

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