Magnetic Drum

All knowing humans

Live like Neko’s ants,

Prisoners of their

Destination. Know

Your destination’s

To be you no more,

It shifts the rhythm

Of all your living,

And you do so much

That you do only

Thanks to your knowing

Your destination.

Do you think about

Rushing toward it?

Do you think about

What comes after it?

Do you deny it?

Meditate on it?

Do you try to live

To slow your approach?

It doesn’t affect

Everyone the same,

But it does affect

Everyone some way,

And whether you feel

The tugging or not

You’re still chained to it,

Knowing, like you do.