You Can't Fight It

Everybody and their stories. The drive to compete tragedies. Same place, same time. The inevitable repeat of similar pain. Secrets. What we do to get by when machines or solos aren't enough. I'm not above it. The decades of confusion and servitude. Gravitational pull of terror. Owe. Manipulation and solace in cycles of violence. Dodging the behavior. You can't fight it. Moving slowly toward another kind of people but no other kind of people. This is what happens when things go unchecked. When I think of behind me, I want to smile but try hard to hide the evidence. No peace.