Sober Reflection

It was all joy and smile
As I rolled out of the factory.
Like a new minted coin, I shone.
I didn't worth much, but I was worthy and wanted.

Everyday was wishes of bliss.
But sooner I became an object of boredom.
A home to call mine I desired, or at least traded for a fair price;
But there are more where I came from.

Like a used and unwanted toy,
I was cast off, left alone on the lawn.
Pounded and drowned by the element,
But cleaner than yesterday I glow

Grilled and peeled by the element,
Left to rust and rot.
Hoping to break up, yet I wake up.
Not forever desired,
But eternally I live.
I am plastic.

- Jesse Adiele -
The Complex Simplicity, But The Simplest Complexity.