The Rug

It was a year and around 40 days ago
one of those games you play at parties
Draw and pass it on and this number $2.37

I was trying to create a road side rest from the air
That number came as the price of gas for some reason
Fifteen maybe Seventeen people looked at me and scratched their heads

Cognitively they could not process by that I meant the price of gas
I Didn't think it would come back down myself

I paid $2.32 today and find myself in those glances
Things are foreshadowed everyday
Due their nature

The world is slumping we are surging
Demand is gone from the world
Twenty five percent of the energy with five percent the population pays dividends

Nothing else does
We place the rug and pull it out from under them
No change in operations

Twenty eight billion dollars is not what it used to be
Not you or I
Just us that is wrong

Consumers have more money
That is the good news
The economist only wants growth at expense of the rest of the world
This is cancer

Certain things can't be cured
Ends inevitable
An outer layer of sustainability

We should be different
The best yes should always be better
Sustainable growth in doing right is an inexhaustible resource
We think there is more than one world and that is where we are wrong

We will save ourselves or the earth will shrug at atlas
Your first world problems are very real
You and I are wrong

We will get them this time again
What do you think we will do with it
Waste our chance?
Life might not be sustainable I suppose