The masses move unflinching against the storm. Peacefull in being, timid at heart. Sand specs cast like whips stripping sanity and flesh from the core. Smiles forgotten memories buried, today is all we see, yesterday is all we know. Tomorrow is a dream lost in the haze of conscience. Just dance, one step left, three steps back, twirl and fall. Arise, huddle together, fight the wind.
The safety net faulters, a couple drift out into the storm alone. Clothing tattered and red. A rag doll menaced by beast and element. Eyes open sight blinded. Scream and taste the ground. Give up, lost without the group, sit and give in to inevitability. Or resist and strive forward, or backward, or nowhere. Choose. A new path is made not followed.
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well said!
blu
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