Measured, measuring everything,

Transformed by the opposite of anything possibly expected

Escaping to a smile supplied by a desert mirage,

A seat on the pale grass,

Left to the right side of the wrong people

In between happiness,

Scheduled daily for a grim irony junket

Whatever happened to organic motion,

Has it escaped this man’s life canon?

Evincing a perusal sensible yet inspirited,

A commodity more representative of true emotional promotion