The fate of the device in your hand 

Lying in the toxic gadget graveyard run amok with Carrie on in the hotel room with one of your standard 103 fevers, the image of the child collecting garbage to make a living comes to mind.

The world is out of whack.

The world is a mess 

Worse then ever 

And wouldn’t ya know 

I’ve never felt better 

The place that saved her life

I’d say more but my fingers hurt so typing causes pain. The irony of our life’s years pressing forward as collective chaos ensues is that I finally know I’m not the problem in time to see it all destroyed.

the world is unrelenting 

 our ways, in need of mending,

time we waste, not spending 

  time together 
everything that was is surely ending. 

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