Each of us are on a bridge,
Walking forward, with guardrails at each side.
You can turn to look over the ledge
But wandering straight all the while.
In reverse, we walk forward,
In shifts, we walk forward,
In stillness still forward,
Still forward for miles.
It's madness to think about
So naturally, most, simply don't think.
When the elephant in the room
Is that the room is inside the elephant,
We don't speak of anything.
The silence is deafening.
It's chaos to think about,
Each move is already ready to be made.
Walking on forever
Even when we choose to walk away.