Interloper
The one who interferes for their own personal gain — A Poem
Acquainted with the one presently, walking hand in hand with the cracks of life. Ambiguous coincidences don’t bite.
Piece together all the counterclaims. That mimic the moments that were too busy, to hear the rumbling stones turning inside.
The generous interloper sits proud and satisfied. Like an accompaniment that would be acquainted. With the invented actives that stands on productivity shoulders.
