Power in a Powerless World

A place of everything

Grow up to be “anything”

But it all means nothing

It’ll never be enough.

A cycle of ache

An infinite streak

A higher level each week

Not built for the weak

a colony of identity

The swarm of humanity

It’s all in the mind

The weight of our thoughts

Stress, worries, even just stray

Fragments, causing disarray

I need to put it to bay.

The urge to patrol any Moldable space- consequential damaging trace. 

Making the first cut

Binding the mint shut.

Counting the class snack,

Carrying the one

On the half of a hot dog bun

Too young for an app to track

Memories fade

But not from a blade

It’ll never be enough,

Power in a powerless world.