in an alleyway
i watch the parade march in front of me
Their step unifying the group
i stand solo alone single
a mysterious Hand
pushes me forward
i fear the Group
unable to turn away
unwanting to go forward
incapable of a say
the parade marches onward
Left right Left
like a drum
thousands millions of Them
all in a row content of Their fate
do i march onward
do i flee
will the Hand controlling me
ever let me be
the Hand that guides is a helpful Hand
i know not how to march
the beat however is familiar
i stand learning until my time comes
to leave my hideaway
and jump into the street
how will They greet me
Who will meet me
the parade marches onward
unaware of me
than a Hand pulls while the Other pushes
catapulted forward
Left Right Left