Bone Field

Cracked and yellowed remnants Handed down to you For centuries Littering the field Steering your course Do you even question? The steps you take Guided by the bones Of those long gone And yet among us Skeletons of the mind Persistent and watching Making sure you follow The lead Of ideas ingrained From birth, from the past Your path carved out By skeletal concepts One after another Beckoning you Until at last you join And control someone else