Attention lost from all thatβs real β
deficit of energy to avert my eyes β
hyperactivity is not my deal.
Disorder, chaos, through this dust flies.
I stare blankly at one measly particle.
βTo land somewhere, it is bound.β
It takes the path of a ride in a carnival β
it goes up and down and all around.
From the point of view of the dust,
this journey must be profound.
To travel so far would cause me to rust.
Where will it touch the ground?
I must see the adventure to its end β
this adventure where landing is doom β
but then my door opens; the journey suspends.
βJared, please clean your room.β