Lined up along the shelf,
Living mundane little lives,
Organized into perfect groups,
Take out once in a while.
Containing so much information,
With the potential to cause change,
Useless in our own bubbles,
But brought together there are endless possibilities.
Straightened up and cut off,
Never knowing we can sit unaligned,
Becoming more worn down over time,
Ready to be shredded back down into pulp.