dystopian world

I woke up last Wednesday next to a friend

and i could not walk 

straight

i became dizzy, fizzy

i went this way and that

and then i realized 

i never needed perpendicu-larity 

some people, 

they look straight ahead 

i see their purpose is to look nowhere else

but ahead

so on they press the gas, 

up they crank a/c,

and blast deafen some melody

they are power they are strong 

they are loud and always going along

they don't notice the exhaust fumes weakening the nature around, 

and the animals they'll go on hitting

the water, 

it's darkening

when i notice that's what you get when you walk that way i thought

i might try to curve instead

and while i did that,

i formed a dance

whoo, whey!

no, no, no-

pat, pit

kart, kiit!

kâh! kâh!

i wasn't always strong

sometimes I'd even go hibernating

when a certain weakness of the unfound overtook my forgotten flesh

but i was real and i ran

in this dystopian world

but what does this have to do with a friend?

you know, they one you mentioned at the beginning of this story?

nothing really,

for i began this with other intentions

but I'm afraid

of pursuit

so i let the fourth stanza take a u-turn to

keep straight