They move in silence as if someone had a gun to their back.But yet they are calm—
Dress gliding across the cool wood floor,
Heads held high,
Elbows up,
One in form migrating to an unknown land.
Why aren’t they afraid like I am?
Or am I? Envy does not connote fear.
Tranquility in flight versus anxiety in combat.
Must keep moving. I feel like I’m trapped in a Super Mario Brothers game on the level where the time clock is running and you have no choice but to push forward.
What if I can’t keep up? Do I have a choice?
I’m here because I made a choice.
I choose. I too can move with confidence because I know.
Too much, too little. One step, don’t fly.
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