Congressional
Coming into unity.
Patterns soaked in the nether minds
Of thousand walk planks so bored
Just waiting for a greater Potential
A better idol
Idea
To shape their overgrown
Un kept minds
Which **** and stench
And infect the air.
Amazing the way zombies
Beg for a tyrant to save them.
So masochistic in their decay

Control my movements
Only allow my expression
To stem from your word
For I fear my own movement
They say in secret
They never speak it
They may not know.

They copy copy
They move in turn
They pattern walk
They never learn .

Originality may be a farce
The archetypes to strongly stitched
But tell me this
Do you understand the threading
Or do you just wear the sash
?
Could that be the difference?
We all hold pose of that which we admire
But how many of us devote
Our minds to understanding
How to truly mimick something
To a point where it becomes like that first moment In time.