Warped Suspension by Rachel Viccaji

And the beat goes on, 

evading obstacles.. 

or maybe I just don't notice them scraping the bottom, tearing out slowly all that makes me work. 

The seismic movement of plates in my brain - catastrophe - but I'm not moving. 

I am the same. 

Could anything have changed? 

Could I really be something else tomorrow? Something I don't recognize? 

I haven't changed the parts, only used them differently, 

Could anything have changed? 

On goes the beat, the beat goes on..same words, s-a-m-e. s-e-a-m. a-m-e-s.s 

Then why does it feel like I crossed wires, changed the purpose. 

Advancement isn't the right excuse.. 

Could everything have changed? 

Goes the beat on?