Hide and Seek

Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening. Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.
Mmm, what you say? Mm, that you only meant well? 
Well, of course you did. Mm, that it's all for the best? 
Because it is. That it's just what we need? 
And you decided this.
What did she say?