Something’s Wrong

You fear that you can no longer make your living

Nobody needs the stuff you make the person you are

You realize that you have been moved out someone else is living

In the old apartment

Strange how the world seems to breathe on its own

Somewhere below dangerous but not by design so let those

Being pursued not rate too highly the pursuer sometimes it’s only

The natural order of things

So maybe you fall into a river some reach the bank with ease

Others drift to the sea you struggle but the river is indifferent

It isn’t a situation that involves trust faith or reason

The mistrust between classes is another matter