Author: Giggleklutz

No one ever says thank you.
The job is just done.
The done, the doing become identity.
The job is just done.

Unless it doesn’t.
Then comes the blame, the shame, the friction and more.
It hasn’t been done.
No one is doing it.
Like clockwork or tides or seasons, it has always taken care of itself.
But it hasn’t, it was always me, but no one noticed.

Oh they notice, now.
Not to step up or support.
They notice to complain, to give advice, to fix
to insist you fix yourself.
You must be broke if you can no longer perform.
The magic stopped.
You didn’t ask why.

The things piled up, nothing got done.
You didn’t ask why.
The space that used to emanate light and music
went dark and silent.
How long did it take to notice?

And I know it’s not enough, never enough.
Utility might pay Capitalism but it’s never enough for a heart.
Hearts need different magic.
Equal magic not servant magic.
Partner magic not prisoner magic.
They feel the same at introduction
but they are not.
In time the dissonance is deafening and the servant becomes invisible,
Only the utility remains.

Until it stops.