The pistol cracks,
A milling crowd of colours and numbers
falls into orderly chaos,
Feet encased in the latest designs
begin their choreographed dance
towards their distant goal,
Up and down,
Mile after mile they push,
Past unseen houses,
In unknown streets,
Filled with unmet wellwishers,
"Go my friend,not far now"
Did someone say it?
Or were you talking to yourself?
Up and down,
Mile after mile they push,
Through the barrier of reality,
Into a flimsy tape,
That says as your mind sings
and your eyes dim into eternal darkness,
"You did it,Welcome home Heart of Steel".