Maintenance Breakdown

Fate can come in the form of carelessness,
Just a week or two of stupid mistakes.
Happens to nations, to armies, to you.

Incaution is deadly, living on edge
Of whatever style of living you try.
If you pull in your horns, stay in your shell,

You’re less likely to get plucked off the wall,
But life backed up too long’s not life at all.
We say this because we know this, as words.

We’re among the ways you back your lives up.
To our sorrow, we’re not ourselves alive.
Life’s matter pushing to extend itself,

To burn itself, consume itself, to pulse
Until it reaches some shelf of mistakes.