Brian Taylor - Quo Vadis?

Follow your nose
(Do you have any choice?)
See where it goes.
Listen to your voice.
Hear which way the wind is blowing.
Follow your feet.
In which direction are they going?
Whom do you meet?
What seeds do they say that you have been sowing?

The prisoner in the dock
is in a state of shock
though he swears he can't remember,
they say he did it all the same.
According to the records,
every footstep bears his name.
The courtroom's quite deserted,
no-one hears the things he says
and the Judge's head's a mirror
which reflects the games he plays.

Ten steps to the scaffold
and his name is on the block;
the gates of rebirth are wide open
(and there is no need to knock) .

Brian Taylor

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