The Desperate and the Dark Horse
Beside the beaten path, I ride
Passed the followers who robotically glide
Over the rocks, the pebbles, and the stones; goodbye
They make their way home and I the same...the throne
Like programs written by the user
They have one task to fulfill
I write my life on my own keys
The virus you cannot kill
And I'll wiggle my way in
and eat from the inside
Until I'm full and want no more
Until the way is mine
Copyright © Jacob Fite | Year Posted 2015
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