Pass the piece,
In control,
Thinking the next move.
Plans, papers, perfection
already set in stone.
Suddenly stone shatters,
A Million shards floating,
pointing every which way.
Up, down, left, right,
Manipulation of ideas.
Like a spinning top
the tables turned.
And flung away the cultery,
twisting moving destroying,
the plates shatter against the wall.
Pushed and shoved,
spiralling out of control.
The world spins,
as do my morals.
People shout and cry,
my life is no longer
set in stone.
Till the day I die.
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