Can I have some plastic plasticine?

I'm coming back to where I might not belong but should be. Minutes and seconds scurrying to infinity. I don't like to be pushed, but I got to get used to it. Cause no matter what I do, there is no stopping. Like a firm zephyr, a logical but irreversible contradiction, it pushes me along. Even when all I want to do is curl in a comforting corner, watch as everything except the sun pauses. While walking about aimlessly a long time ago, a 'control-it-all' remote caught my eye. I wanted to grab it, what was $19.90 for priceless control? A satire to the real, we can be so sarcastic. If reality could be controlled by a push; if only the key to control could be sold in a plastic box hanging off the hooks of contemporary shops.

Subordinate to anything sure sucks.