Drone - 2010/12/15

My feet are not moving
Yet ahead I am marching
Gliding along this path
That is not overarching
Peaceful silence resides
Amidst the bedlam around
Many commands now stream
Yet I dont hear a sound

Fixated upon this path
By forces quite unknown
My will is not a factor
When I am thinking alone
Choices come and they go
Weary intentions waylaid
By those only concerned
With just getting paid

Opportunities blaze by
Beckoning me to abscond
Yet for now I cant leave
As curiosity is my bond
Like wisps of needed air
My lungs fight to inhale
This battle I will watch
Even if it means I fail

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