A Dot

A dot is a dot,

when its not what is not,

what others expect it to be.

 

The demand will demand,

attention from the span,

of life that you feel like wasting.

 

While style might be style,

if it is crammed like its been crammed all the while,

down the sick and sorry throats of denial.

 

But what is not is not,

if it is not what it was expected to be.

 

So we fight just to fight,

the brawl that will brawl for eternity

 

That will forever ring... uncertainty...