Sunday, February 15, 2015

Out, Above, and to the Left

The beat of my heart
Matches the rythmn of my feet
1-2-3
1-2-3
Pacing me
Mistakening me
For something
I'm not
The colors bleed away
Replaced by nothing but gray
Trying to make us all the same
Everyone's foot steps
Match mine
Pounding the beat
Into my head
My heart
Stay with the beat
Someone said
Stay with the beat
Or you might as well be dead
So I walk onward 
1-2-3
With my legs aching
Shaking
My heart breaking
With the incessant pounding
Hounding
The reverberations sounding
Hollow
One direction
All the time
Just one step out of line
And I'd be trampled
Becoming the dust 
On people's feet
But I wanted to take a seat
Do something different, new
But how?
I hadn't a clue
Then there was a shout
I looked out
Above
And to the left
And what I saw
Shattered all reason
Someone walking
Running
No dancing 
In the other direction
Changing the rythmn
Painting colors
And smiles
Creating a tune 
A song
To match the beat
I felt my body
Turn
Twist
And leap
Before I could think
When I saw others 
Emotionless 
Eyes
I grimaced
Waiting for the boots 
But they never came
People bent 
Curved
And flowed around me
They changed 
If just for a moment
The smiled
If just for a second 
So I continued 
Spinning
Twirling
Shouting
And
Smiling