• Two long lines, straight and neat.
    They stretch around the globe
    Beginnings and ends meet.
    Full of dull eyes and minds.

    A soul moves out a pace.
    All eyes watched the one
    Out of line, out of place.
    Hands reach and pull them back.

    Again, one of them breaks,
    Going out of reach and turns
    To see something that makes
    Them go back in their line.

    Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
    There was silence except
    For the sounds of the clock.
    Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

    ... Stop...

    A single mind thinks a single thought
    A thought that differs from what they
    Have thought all through their lives.
    A single thought that leads to ideas.
    Ideas that will bring a revolution.
    Hundred minds having dangerous ideas
    For the continuation of the two lines.

    They break away.
    Running past the grasping hands,
    Ignoring the monster that waits
    Judging in every mind.

    They will never re-join the lines
    They fight for their ideals
    Whether it be for their rights
    or just the freedom to be who they are.

    Two long lines, perfect and neat
    They stretch around the globe
    Beginnings and ends meet
    Full of dull eyes and minds.

    Tick, tick, tock. The never-ending clock.
    Will it ever stop for you?