ACT III: SCENE 4: ONE FOOT

One foot in front.
One foot forward.
Tasted pain and cancer poured into the naked cup of a man.
The crumpled quiet self deserving.

Funny things in life aren't funny until one foot steps on top the other.
Smother smiles and wait in traffic but you will die.
Everyone dies.

One foot in front the other.
One line to serve us all.
One piece to put together.
Until we meet the wall.

My mouth is shut.
My eyes are open.
Tasted change and started hoping. I'm awake and up to the task.
The humble, pliant, willful servant.

Funny things in life aren't funny till you fall and feel the pavement.
Wait in line and read the billboards but you will die.
But you will die.

All the faces call the pain back.
Feels so good alone.
Picture now them painted black.
All the faces gone.

One foot before the other.
One line to serve us all.
One piece to put together.
Until we meet the wall.