Frantic Pace

...Reflection in a red can
With shadowed white letters....

The figure trapped inside moves with all possible speed

Hoping to escape the trivialities of thought

Misplaced in the wastelands.
Living the frantic pace
Of a hyper child on speed

It darts to and fro,

Escaping notice by following rules and staying in cages.

Everything else is forgotten

As the eventualities drag across the day,
A demeaning show of orders and whims

That are assigned and carried out by the stretched and guant

Figure in the red can with white shadowed letters.

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