A parade of people heading off to a place that I cannot go interest me greatly. |
-In Perfect Cadence- by Keaton Foster The music plays People betray Eagerly I watch on Observation Is my one true thing What a parade this is What a splendid form Of human interaction An amazing showing For those so knowing Where are they going When will they arrive All along the route Will there be people Eager to see them go Sad to see them leave Would it be wise to follow Will they ever come back Experiences has taught me I think not Some hang their heads low Others stare at the sky A few look straight ahead All seem to be unconcerned All seem to not have Any significant care Clowns in small cars Circle around Beeping their horns Their painted smiles Hide any real emotion They could possibly have Girls march in unison Singing of the past That they left behind Boys bang on drums A primal thundering In perfect cadence It is both moving And absolutely frightening I take thorough mental notes As they walk by me in rows I register each of their faces Saving them for a time When another might say Do you remember him Her, or any of them It always happens the same Those meant to remain Those unable to participate In the parade that happens Dare I further add More than it should Are always curious As to what has happened To those they both loved And for the most part ignored The sea it seems is full of strangers The size of the pond matters not The flow of the waves And the stream of every need And how they both Intersect and interact In perfect cadence Is where it is at Those meant to go Walk in uncompromised rows All heading the same way All going to the same place All leaving what remains For something to them greater Than they have ever known before I only know because I can see I am free to observe What is often ignored Sure it makes me weird Sure it makes me insane Empty streets in my world And no one others Are often filled with A carnival of characters All heading down the street All leading each other In various rhythmic ways To for them What comes next I like a good parade I enjoy the show Some may be sad But as for me I’m not… In Perfect Cadence Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |