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I've found that

ideas

have their own

ideas

that inanimate

objects

have their own gods

we worship them, sometimes

but, rest assured

they never worship us

I laughed, tickled at myself

when I said "the best laid plans

of mice and men.."

when the mouse trap caught your hand,

instead

it's not that I don't 

sympathize 

with you

but I empathize

with the pardoned mouse, too

and maybe that trap 

had it's own choice

that you were it's creator, but not it's life force

and maybe it bows to something 

we don't understand

we call it bad luck, or our god's plan

or just atom's flaring coincidence

I've found that

ideas

have their own

ideas

that inanimate

objects

have their own gods

we worship them, sometimes

but, rest assured

they never worship us

we dip our image in gold

yet gold never shapes us 

like itself

hey there, it's funny how that is

riches 

perhaps with you till your old

can materialize

for you

but when come the flies

when the sports car smokes

they'll leave you in the ditch

next to where the tree fell

out of no where 

onto your blazed trail

the very wood you trusted 

for your spiral stairs

it never occurred to you that you weren't in change

or, that the hardwood's cousin might want revenge

in disfortune

and misfortune

we'll lament how the earth betrayed us

but the earth might remark

that it never said it was here for man

that maybe we're just a side show

and maybe our gods are so, so small

compared to the ones the planets and the stars pray to

and maybe mother nature chuckles up a storm

saying "mankind is going to destroy 

What?"

confidently knowing she'll someday brush us off

like already beaten pieces on a chess board

a clap of thunder shouting "Next!"

and the heavy rain down of laughter

as the next species

caught in the illusion

of it's own dominance

walks up to the table

yes, maybe it will be a living

and breathing

opponent

or

maybe

it will be

inanimate,

itself

maybe it will be the end of time

here to brush off the earth

but until then...

I've found that

ideas

have their own

ideas

that inanimate

objects

have their own gods

we worship them, sometimes

but, rest assured

they never worship us

this is not what I started

writing about

but ideas

have their own ideas

and I just let this one

write itself