March On
March on
arm in arm
selfies galore
march on
sound your vocal cymbals
noise that lasts until the last wave has no home for an echo
march on
with eyes wide open
blinded by your own light
the danger is hidden in plain sight
march on
the enemy will allow you to tire
the evil was truly done
while you were marching
march on
lemmings don’t swim
yet you continue to march
to the sea of no consequence
march on
feels good
march on
or not