Sometimes there’s no fixing whatever is broken.
If all the king’s horses and all the world’s best men
Couldn’t possibly put it back together again,
Then I guess the thought should just stay unspoken.
So tempted to enter that “Net life” again.
Disappear into circuits and just never. come. back.
Live life in the wires and a simple phone jack,
Stay connected forever, and never make friends.
I keep reaching out, trying to fix what’s broken.
Not wanting to hurt innocents I might meet.
Trying to kill a memory with whom they can’t compete,
And for all my intentions, I’m proved just a token.
So what’s the best route for Damage Control?
Quarantine or confinement or silent isolation?
Or maybe liquid nitrogen, or some variation,
To freeze this dangerous heart, and make it stone cold.
I thought I’d regained some kind of blind sense,
And tried to bounce back without just rebounding.
But I still cause damage, with damage compounding,
Cry Havoc! And shut down Heart’s Power Grid fence.
Then I can watch in silence as that power light blinks…
Shut it all down and be sure NOT to save to back-up.
That way, zero chance for any casualties to stack up.
It’s Fail. Safe. It’s Damage Control, Inc.
~ C.L.R. ~ © 2007