cliques

im watching it all play out.
eyes averted, knowing.
the broken social scene
a laughable parody
the two-way street of friendship
a long, lonely road
from here on out, there are no passengers
for all of them have ridden prior
their archetypal forms learned, experienced
and tossed aside.

what is this thing that loves life
loves to watch
loves to feel the rush
but cannot jump in the game?

i've seen it all go down
and yet, ive been nowhere
done nothing to make such a claim.
i just know.
i just cannot shake this feeling
of life being a dance
Musical Chairs
and i'm the fellow standing at the end.
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