a kind of recursion

this does not lead to any sort of fall
but we are fearful of the changing sign
and do not want to be caught out of line
our eyes are always focused on the ball
so that we do not miss it when you haul
our carcasses to safety on the vine
giving us no clear chances to repine
the symbol has been painted on the wall
no reason's given for the change in time
we have to rush to find our proper place
but now the march begins and we must go
i find the meaning put in drasty rhyme
but have no better way to set my face
and no device is left to halt the flow