The flame's blaze doomed by the pollutants flickers,
I stare hoping to catch a glimpse of the future, My eyes weep as they fill with light's bubbles, Colours of the rainbow circle, a state of illusion. An illusion reliant on Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, With a loss of personal motivation I sit here in limbo, The land of the Damned screeches my name, The intensity stacks itself like morning papers outside the corner shop. Pushing those away that care comes so easy, a destructive skill, Attacks fail to focus on one piece, For the puzzle pushes the remaining pieces away, If they are not connected, life's elements have no control. The connecting terminal will not spark or resist, As the holder ensures the connection's failure to patch the line, The engine ticks at its peril, a lonely path, For Maslow's 3rd stage passes in the night. When the foot casts itself over the accelerator, The pushing force receives no restraint, Future needs and desires cannot be categorised, For only the holder can decide what accelerate life's elements. Their impact against the window shield causes no fraction, A small pin sized impression may peach the shield, Overtime it develops, requiring repair or replacement, A clean sweep that provides the holder's vision in their hands. No tarot cards or Mystic Megs foresee what the holder chooses, A game of yes or no, left or right, As my vision darts back to reality, I know the potential paths that lie ahead, But will I answer yes or no, left or right at the next sign?
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