Lateral movement

We pay others to see the world for us
Pay them to tell us what it means
We pay them to dream and live for us
To lie for us to feel the guilt for us

The seasons do not change for us
Here everything is replaceable like our artifical turf
We squash ants between our fingertips
Without any concept of consequence

Afraid we don't deserve the chance to take a chance
Our most violent act becomes our refusal to exist
Our resistence is made by flipping coins into defunct wells
We raise flags and children that do not belong to us

(Somewhere there is optimism embedded in all of this)