Mortar and Pestle.

Life's incandescent mumble, juts through the bustling streets. Knocking over traffic cones and dirtying bus shelters.

An endless circle of give and take, nothing challenging its endless elliptical journey - It's unreported crime.

I attempt to put my hand in, to see if I can make a change. To see if it would slow down or just remain the same.

Instead it sucks me in and I too walk the monotonous circle. Pulled in by its gravity and its luster.

An easy life is easy to have, still change is all I want. The grindstones stay spinning and life keeps winning, and the mumble mumbles on.