Puffing perfect ellipses of smoke,
Coalescing into the chasm of clouds,
The group of belittled businessmen shifted their eyes,
As I caught sight of the passing sea.
I saw what was left.
I am molasses and
I cannot pull myself together to swim.
Escaped my cages
But the sea silences all screams.
And I thought to myself how pleasant it would be to live a simple life.
Would I be a fool for being a simpleton?
It dawned on me,
Like learning the letter I is the only thing you will ever own,
That there is a fantastic egotism in it;
You own [everything] and that means nothing.
The pendulum snapped,
And I turned to see devoted businessmen,
Simple and drab,
Pining for my next advance.
Now I see what they mean by shifting eyes;
Being dark is riveting.