walk a road downtown,
mind's play, a fleeting glimpse.
two sides of roads untouched,
carry the warm feet ahead.
follow the road they say,
where to, who to,
they fail to say.
try to plot a murderous fling,
so long it went, unseen.
now the clock turns, the bells chime,
call out to the feet, to stop, to ride
the waves as they go,
but there are so many, the feet cringe
meet the stones, the sand,
stuck in the grace of chaos,
meet the guile, the wicked smile.
lose their balance and trip and fall.
why do they walk i say,
why shouldn't they walk you say,
why shouldn't they walk i say.
trace the ghoulish path,
they walk on,
leave you behind,
leave them behind,
they go on,
not the waves not the stones,
mark a road of their own.
where it takes them?
to my pride, walk ahead .
walk away and out of sight.
walk away and out of sight.
