When did you find the time? We were there. With you, all day long.
Where did you find the tools? We live but with the nails anchored in our skin.
How did you gather the strength? I've always been so weak, unable to move from bed.
Remember the first of our reunions in the closet, followed by so many meetings in the darkest corners of the room? Inbetween I went as the automation process required. Lines of command waiting to be entered. I rowed through. I powered myself out trying to push my own button.
Ask me who I was. When I said I did it. Nothing is done. Pretending is what I did. With the nails deep in my cheeks, and the day blinding you with light. The ultimate and only drive being not to be found. By anyone outside that room.