originally posted on station456.tumblr.com on March 1st, 2012
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We sit there, stationary, static,
Locked up, a hot, a metal box,
No movement, no progress,
We’re stuck, stuck in traffic, traffic to get home,
“This is dumb,” I say, 10 year-old Matt says,
“Well, everything happens for a reason,” Mom says,
A pause, some thinking, “Well…” I saw, “No, that isn’t how it works,”
“Everything is random,” I say, but I’m not sure,
“Well, that’s what I believe Matthew,” she said, in a neutral tone,
I sit, I feel detached, is there really no reason?
I recall a time, a conversation,
This was later in my life, ‘twas,
A conversation, with another, a friend,
I talked, about someone,
This someone, they wronged me, an enemy,
I told this, to that friend, sincerely,
This person, they replied, surprisingly,
They had similar stories, about this person,
That person, that person had wronged her too,
She added to my memory, made it all more clear.
My mom is sincere, but she is wrong,
My sadness for this concern is gone,
Everything does not happen for a reason, obviously not,
But that’s fine, because we’re all still connected, we’re all,
Interlocked.
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