March in straight lines, no walking back.
Your in the crowd, but I don't even notice you.
You think yourself so colorful
you think yourself so extraordinary.
They are always bored, always trying to catch eyes.
Will you accept the encore or will you step down.
We live to serve, you live to be served
we are all inferior, you are obviously superior.
Ignorance is feed on trays each day.
You don't understand my sarcasm do you,
i didn't really think so
Walk in straight lines no walking back
Walk in straight lines no walking back
Walk in straight lines no walking back
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm going to assume this poem is about not thinking for one's own self... I could be wrong; my interpretation. -BM