left, left, left, right, left

clunky shoes march

one by one around me

all in line

until the end of time

left, left, left, right, left

straight faces and slicked back hair

all face forward

everyone is the same

there is no difference in this world

left, left, left, right, left

I taste the bitter blood

as I bite my tongue

knowing there’d be more

of my bitter blood

on the floor

if I opened my mouth

left, left, left, right, left

this is no utopia

this is hell

I am a puppet on a string

following each command

and losing every aspect of myself

left, left, left, right, left

m clunky boots march on

and the rebellious thoughts

slipping away

just as they’re programmed to