Sway With Your People

Walk around the garden, Follow routine day. Fall in place of others, Stay from precious way. Keep from being sterile, Watching over no one. Playing through the game, Motion does become. Walk around the garden, Walking in and round. Ducking through the grime, Skimping which is just. You follow all the words, And keep between the lines. We don't want a clone, You're blinded in the rhyme. ~Written in late-2003 (October-November) when I was fifteen.