Creeping in on the steel lines,
A vibration that started elsewhere;
I gauge my step, avoid the mines,
But the message always puts my foot there.
I didn't ask, why should I know?
Where people come and people go.
It's a primitive inculcation
That I accept without reservation,
But did the Creator's voice ordain
That I would follow this refrain?
A pungent taste, a smell of blood;
And then they raise you on the wood.
Good deeds done are in the past,
Who cares today, they didn't last.
I didn't seek, why did you hide?
I felt the pulse and then I knew.
It's a fundamental impregnation
That I observe by regulation
But was it burned into the chart,
Or is it a failure in my heart?
