Uneven sidewalk
Measured steps one after the other
A journey I've taken a thousand times
Each and every instance
Different if only infinitesimal
Sometimes I notice
Sometimes I don't
Sometimes the repetitive motion
Is more important than the destination
Believe in numbers and it has all been done
Believe in spiritualism and it is an open book
Blank pages waiting for the existence of things
Sometimes being erased
Nipping at the very edge of progress
Defined by people
Thus flawed even if no one believes
Winners write the story
Passing down just one side
And the pendulum perpetual
Captures our audience
