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I want to know 

When we are driving towards a thing,

Are we driving towards it or are

We

Pulled to the idea?

 

I want to know

When we want to have a thing,

Do we need a thing or does

It

represent a piece of us

Unexplored?

 

I want to know

When we buy a car,

Do we want a car or do 

We

Hope it helps us float as if upon a cushion of air above the cracked and human earth 

On which

Endless suburbs stretch like labyrinths for rats

In which 

We are reminded of the maddening possibility that we will be trapped like failed test subjects Within

Its white-picket and blood-colored brick walls forever 

Until

Our minds transcend their mundane usefulness

So 

The bored scientist can grimace one last time at our swollen grayness before flinging us

Between

Pinched plastic fingers into a rusty black trashcan labeled in faded yellow “biological waste”

Where 

We gasp, flailing deeper into our gnawing consciousness

Until

There are only bits of muted cartilage and calcium to stink forever and ever and ever 

No more...

 

And when we moan, weeping upon caskets laid bare

Are we mourning for the death of a 

Human

Or do we cry 

Because It was them 

And not us who has

Moved

On.

Michael Guynn is a sophomore at Dixie State University studying Psychology. In his free time he plays guitar, makes custom skate art, writes poetry, and spends plenty of time in the great outdoors skiing, hiking, and traveling. He hopes to someday use his art and poetry to inspire those who need help and advice.