Random Strain

The city life

Of motion

Moves without even knowing

What will come next

And the random strain

That is made from a misstep

Will make you remember

The way the world moves

With us all riding

Along

Headquarters

The HQ

A place to define

The limitations

Of what can be

And what could be

Done

And undone

With exhaustion

To the wind

Of narratives

Grave

In the HQ the words

Land