Sun dried tomatoes.

I sit in the corner.
Like a troubled child.
Castigated, berated, marginalized.

I sit away.
On my own free will.
Convinced It is mine own.
Convinced I have a choice in the matter.

My nature lures me.
Like a dollar on a string.
Like a hot dog on a fishing poll.

Never tell me what to do.
I do it on my own.
Never show me.
For I already see.

I think I do.
I think therefore I am right.
Right?
You think?
Right?
Are you there?
Am I right?

The serpent eats his tail.
Introverted.
Self contained
Self perpetuated.
Like that impossible myth.

"How can there not be perpetual motion if all energy must be conserved?"

The earth fell to static
The sun dried to diamond dust.
And god got a continue.