Another Day

Left, right, left, right, left!

Another day of remembering things to do

what to say, where to go, forget it all,

I no longer know.

What was the order again?

Left right right left right...

All of a sudden right doesn't seem so right.

I look around and see

conformity.

My mates all know the order of the footing,

The exact degree of each turn,

and the distance of each step.

What if I don't want to follow and want to lead.

Why don't I have a choice?

The sergeant yells in the loudest voice

Attention!

It all floods back and I remember again:

Left, right, left, right, left.