Waxing/Waning

people en masse:
feet produce an incessant boom
as they transport the bodies
and wandering minds
towards the single, red exit.

I want to go home, penniless
Predicting the results
dancer, dancer, dancer.
One deserving; a new, good friend.

I could be mad
I am wrong
but
One day, they...
[The architects
and geniuses
and songstresses
and drone metalists
and jazz guitarists
the OBSCURE!]
they will win.
they will have their time in the glowing sun.