Slowing down waiting for a break
I find one and begin walking
Slowly interjecting
Then moving with the beating current
I form into the robot
The robot that makes my legs move
That bends my knees
And gets me up the stairs
It smells like nachos
The robot that makes it all disappear
I reach my level and swerve about the crowd
All is still, but the roar is pounding
My head aches for silence but nothing
Still but the chatting, bickering and the ringing
They begin moving, swaying and running
It's time.