We’re walking the old dirt road with wildflowers,
seeing the new sod from before over and over again.
That I can see the end and am lead astray frustrates us.
What we have established has collapsed still stands,
we were at least right about that.
From there we have to reevaluate what happened
I see the trail goes on from here it’s pretty short
but I’m curious as to how I got to where I am.
Every one who comes here loses,
dropping like a ton of fruit flies drunk with power.
The few raced past the exit turned back,
even they couldn’t believe their eyes.
When they saw it through,
everything matched up with what was not expected.
The File Pile 