Broken
My feet are marching,
Rhythmically pumping
Toward a goal.
The drums are thumping.
It's not what I want.
It's not what I seek.
Even if I make it.
It seems so bleak.
I see turns on the path,
But they remain untaken.
I call out for help,
But I remain forsaken.
I want to be free.
March to my own beat.
I long to control,
The steps of my feet.
I lunge toward a new path,
but the whip cracks.
Pain always pulses
from by back.
I march on still
no motivation.
Now I see turns,
without hesitation.
I'm losing my hope,
and my motivation.
My mind's going numb.
I pray for salvation.
WHY CAN'T I BREAK THE RHYTHM?!
Last edited by Eldaire; 11-10-2003 at 05:57 PM..
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