Look around, notice the synchronized movement of the world?
All racing at different speeds, yet to the same tune,
round and round the zombie wheel.
They say it’s life,
but wonder, is it lived in ernest or just endured?
Is life lived to its full potential,
fear as an encouragement and excitement at each fingertip?
Perhaps simply taken step by step forward,
one identical to the previous one.
Each passing minute, day to day is the gemini of the last.
Step to the left, step to right,
off the wheel of unvaried.
A day resembling nothing like seen before,
as alien as the unknown.