Tumble

Controlling my life is a part of your job,
I am not anything, just a blob.
Of insignificant, useless mass,
As ordinary as a blade of grass.
I am nothing special, my breath a waste of air,
My mind is a trivial, ineffectual error.
Uttered ridicule towards me is flying,
I take the slam and my heart keeps sighing.

You think that my world revolves around you,
And that you are part of everything I do.
But I am more than you tend to believe,
For I have a little green man up my sleeve.
He tells me that I can keep going, and strive to comply,
The fact that the way you rule me, I might as well die.
I have seen reality and truth is distinct,
No more will I continue to sink.

HMM 11-2-97