The walking signal flashes red,
it triggers numbness in my head.
Why must I wait? Where is my will?
What if I could just walk instead?
The “GO” of green, yet I stand still.
Strange torture. “GO!” I’ve had my fill!
I’ve trouble otherwheres, beside
suppressing urges, thoughts to kill.
My mind betrays with lingering stride.
Manchines now come with forced decide.
They’ll take me to the training place,
where ” Two plus two is four.” Denied!
And as they come with thoughtless pace,
I find my heart begins to race.
My feet go next! The woods replace
the cow-eyed stare, and mind has space!
It’s open link night over at DversePoets, come stay awhile.