Fictitious Glide

The process never wavers for you
 The agenda is clear.
 Feed on your precious, fictitious glide
 Nothing's ever true for you.
 Stain your kin with decisions
 A thought for you to review
 Can't find a frame large enough
 Built to surround the 3 of you.
 It's coming, moments away oh it's coming I say!
 Not charming, deplorable and just alarming, I say
 Maddening, on so many levels it's saddening, I say
 It's coming, any day now approaching, I say.
 Not for me to just disagree.
 Not just something to do.
 Like a mouse on a wheel I feel
 I can't run far enough from you.
 Do you feel when the knife cuts in
 That you're somehow more alive than you've ever been?
 Almost... Maybe? Maybe? Never!
 Your fictitious glide is forever.