Gyroscope
I would go to the ends of the earth for you
but if I fell off the face of it
it would take days for you to notice
but it’s okay
because I often forget myself
become disconnected
from the strings of the puppet master
who makes my arms lift
head nod
knees bend
always lost among the scenery
blending into the bland backdrop
a bit player
in what you believe to be your masterpiece
which was written on the insides of empty cigarette packs
and cereal boxes
because you were too lazy to fetch a piece of paper
and you thought it would make a better story
to write it on recycling
because it’s what you’ve always done
told the same lies over and over again
retelling a truth which never existed
and leaving me
to wander the globe
without knowing which way is up
because you broke my internal compass
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