they will play,
shifting around,
some absurd session
of musical chairs.
they'll do it
in the name
of progress
or happiness
some type of warped
righteousness
taking more than
they deserve.
just a matter of first come
first serve

i'll stand still,
sitting motionless
without proclamation.
i know their rules
but i don't
understand the purpose
to kill beauty
in order to embrace
the illusion
thereof.