Theres a paleman right beside me.
Looking at me as if to ask
Why do you stop?
I listen to him.
As he whispers into my ear.
I know not what he says,
but I know just what he wants.
He stands with his arms at his side,
but they feel as if they were holding me up.

Why must he stand so close to me?
Why must he whisper such words?
Why must he sober me up from my own drug?
Why will he not force me?

I blackman stand just right behind me.
He whispers caring words towards me,
but they reach me and all are empty.
Just like everything else. but still.
He there with me all ways.
All ways there to speak his mind.
He spends each moment trying to urge me.
Urging me to slow the time.

Why must he stand so close?
Why must he hold me there?
Why will not let me lie?
Lie in lines of endless lies?

He is still just standing in me.
Chuckles as I try to stop.
He lifts his arm, and mine just follows.
I stand with him, amongst a flock.
He looks onto all of them,
and through me he latches on.
He leaves me be and forsakens me.
Oh why can I not just move on?

Where will this take us now?
Is it us who outruly guiding us as we march dramaticly to the next room?
Will it be us who slams the door shut, or will we be boxed in with some automatic door opening and closing as more and more people come right in? Will we move along romanticing every little acomplishment we do, or will we morbidly and silently stubble on as we are poked and proded to keep moving? Will we finally rest as we see fit, or will we be told we have done enough? We all can easily anwser this in a way most people would generaly. We could stubernly and pridefuly declare that nothing shakles and moves us from one feeding trough to the next. We could so easily be just another rebel with a hollow cause that eagerly awaits to rip open the binds of all those around him, and finally take his spot in the limelight of respect and admirition. We can continue to dream and strive to be the philisophical moses of our generation, and lead our fellow brothers and sisters into a time where we all walk at our own pase, we all slam the doors we ourselves opened, and take any path we wish to travel in a way we feel best suits us. We could all be the one to hold on to the chains, or let the cattle go, but all of us are simply black sheep. So again I ask, who? I do not know, but I non the less seek an anwser.
Where will this take us now?