Two Weeks Notice

The thought repels you
back against the wall.
Setup by an image,
maintained by a system,
but all we ever wanted
was a chance.
The glory of self-delusional
one man made world change
in a tossup for control,
where you feel two feet tall.
Press your hands firmly back,
push off and run fast.
Never let the thought
catch up to you,
or else you’ll have to
accept the repercussions,
or fight back helplessly.
Hands flailing in the air,
intangible target
out of reach.
Never quite sure
when the game is over.