at a nice angle

we reach the end and must wait for the sign
so much to do but duty is no guide
to what we most recall on every side
all of the signals tell us toe the line
and wait for others to fail or decline
our choice is complex and we have our pride
so many hells in which we have to hide
and all too easy just to bitch and whine
this one small motion of the daily air
tells us of what so many more have seen
and our small knowledge adds to the amount
of what becomes the mark of this affair
now seen most clearly far beyond the screen
and all we know forms part of the account