Something fills the air like metal in a flower field. It just seems to be there, but it makes everything ugly. The epic battle of wills plague the nation and its quite congested. What is the race for anyways? Is there any hearts out there that are genuine in beats? So many questions because the metal is just sitting there in the field and no one wants to move it. Everyone dances around it as they go to the bank.
Its only a few of us who have that privilege these days. This metal is highly contaminated with guilt from whomever threw it in there. A thick substance lays upon it that just makes me very uncomfortable. I don't like uncomfortable situations so I play with the flowers that aren't close to it. Somehow the metal seeps out like radiation and my little flowers start to welp. I'm discouraged at this point just like the baby who has trouble standing.
We are all discouraged like that baby who has trouble standing. Someone really needs to move that metal out of the field because a child might catch it. Then, it would be spread around like crappy rap music on a Sunday. Oh how, immoral and obnoxious of the metal! Of course, we wouldn't blame the child nor the original owner who could be traced back to mars. We never blame anyone because that's illogical and obscured. I guess the metal will stay in the field after all.
Its okay because it will outlive us anyway. Besides, we're moving to mars next week. At least that's how the news updates puts it. So reliable! Until then, I'll dance around the metal and hope that it doesn't consume my heartbeat.
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