I will give myself away to the passerby
Take leaps when I shouldn't
Be thoughtless when it counts
And thoughtful when it doesn't

Take it as a reverse life lesson in morality
A cruel philosopher's guide in living
Constantly in a state of flux
Always taking and never giving

Yes, it is a warped time machine
Happiness machine, something or other
Walking about with estranged limbs
A smile without warmth, a meaningless curve
Subtle lift in flesh

I can hear you breathe
the sound of it staggers into me

I can feel your fury in the evening cold, brick-wall anger
the fighting, hitting machine
A lone hiss: Will you get in now for god's sake?
The party's waiting along with the pretty lights

Eyes squeeze shut, unable to stand color.