I walk these streets, a rhythm in my mind,
echoing steps that leave no trace behind.
Tap right, tap left, the pavement sings in code,
balance the scales that weigh down every road.
My hands betray me, flipping switches twice,
counting the beats, exacting every price.
Mirrors and doors must align just so,
chasing the peace that I used to know.
I’m a puppet of patterns, strings tightly wound,
dancing on edges where sanity’s found.
If I tap once, I must tap again,
locked in this waltz, penned by my own hand.
Symmetry’s curse in the blink of an eye,
a prisoner’s dance under open sky.
If I brush past, I must brush again,
a looping refrain that knows no end.
Can’t break free from the rhythm’s command,
each step traced, each day planned.
Seeking comfort in the repetition,
finding relief, a fleeting mission.
Silence calls, but the echoes remain,
I’ll dance tonight with my invisible chains.
No grand escape, no curtain call,
just endless taps against life’s wall.