[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

Hackneyed Dominoes

Never has it held more meaning, to ricochet
In this bustling world where the smallest action sets off a spiral
A spiral of congregating voices competing for the echoes' tip
Set off that thing you dropped and forgot
It was sucked into the ephemeral state of movement
To someplace far away, your little drop just impacted
Was it treasure to be picked by fortuitous homeless man?
Or the final nail in the coffin or the poor girl who tripped on it?
A tragic meal for a great old turtle who mistook it for food?
Did it become thrifty and worthless, never thought of again?
Bring the hackneyed analogy back into your intellect
What have you done today that set off the domino effect?