Hazy Acres

I am the conveyor belts 

Stuck in a factory making small parts 

Looking at boxes that I was also looking out of 

One by one 

Down the line 

Same shit 

And I see myself watching myself 

Watching the line which was also me 

Behind the glass I am the manager

On the line I am the worker

In the box I am the material 

Well

And the box 

As the belt I am the device 

Repeating 

In this pattern 

Choices

Predictably or not determined 

A manager must decide 

Then tell the worker 

Then shift the device 

And find new material 

New footsteps down the back hallway

Knocks 

But the factory is doing its factory self 

Who will manage this predictable material 

It is still running as you are looking away 

Set in stone on a clock 

While the belt runs 

Place things out of order 

Miss a box or two 

Call in sick to the manager 

Say you’d like a new worker 

Learn some other material 

Watch yourself walking in another room

Saying things 

Without the other things to rely on 

All mixed up even if its new 

An old clock still ticking 

Was in a storage unit 

Then the office 

Then a college dorm room 

Now in a box on a belt moving

And the lights went out 

No power