footprints in the earth.....
Predestination
He lives like a
Fool called to dance
Asking for no instructions
Automatic movement
A programmed zombie
His steps are
Melodramatic
Breath is held, released
In regular tempo
Hesitation, then exuberant
Confusion,
Counting rhythmic progression
Living on the verge of
Collapse
And when he is
Through with dancing
He rubs his sweat
on the currency
His payment
A place to sleep
And wait like the
Rest of his peers
For judgement.
Fool called to dance
Asking for no instructions
Automatic movement
A programmed zombie
His steps are
Melodramatic
Breath is held, released
In regular tempo
Hesitation, then exuberant
Confusion,
Counting rhythmic progression
Living on the verge of
Collapse
And when he is
Through with dancing
He rubs his sweat
on the currency
His payment
A place to sleep
And wait like the
Rest of his peers
For judgement.
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Predestination
Predestination