Wandering

Strolling along singing a song.
What song is it?
It sounds like...noise.

(Photo credit: jimmywayne)

It sounds like inhuman humming.
It sounds mechanical.
The ledge is there.
The drop is there.
The post is there.

So are you running?
Are you limping?
Are you meandering?
Are you making progress?

Are you looking around?
What do you see?
What do you hear?
What do you think?

I suppose it's time to start.
The blathering on has become monotonous.
It's time to burn the farm down.
It's time to head to the cantina.

Nothing grandiose.
It isn't noteworthy.
It just is.
Right now.
Can't see around the corner anyway.

Time for a run.