Steps

Life seems to be

A monotone groove

You dance with specific steps

Into a pre-defined direction.

Every point we reach

Is a point of no return.

Life is a one-way-road

Into a pre-defined direction.

Life is perpetual motion

Some steps in little circles

Some choose the spiral line

New old game with higher stakes.

We follow the gallery of preset

Consuming pictures about the norm

By stepping forward we regress

Instead of living real progress.