One step back
before taking two steps forward
like the minute-hand on the clock
Back, then forth.
Fall, then rise.
Cry, then laugh.
Back, then forth.
Illegal to move forward
in simplicity?
Find a black hole,
appear ahead with no fall or cry
Sights set ahead,
strain and tension in my arms
as my fists are clenched
and my nails dig into my palms
and my feet push
but all I feel is a pull.
Call me a rebel,
but my desires aren’t on the menu.
One order of forth, no back please.
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