2011 - Day 202

Barefoot wanderings,
Deep thought ponderings,
Down electric disco hallways
There's always a song to sing,
Slow to the beat
Rhythm shimmers softly,
Massage your brain
A magnetic coffee.
Step left, on the wall,
Walk upside down
Will never fall,
Narrower the corridor gets,
In thought so deep
Tend to forget,
A spiral, black, then light does shine,
Walk barefoot back
Don't leave a sign,
What's yours is yours
What's mine is mine,
Till dawn of the sands of time.