We are but a dot.
A living, breathing fascinating dot.
Idiosyncratic.
We walk upon pavements that aren't lined with gold.
Cautiously, walking those kerbstones that crack.
Watch where you're walking.
Don't dare turn your back.
Like a crab strolling sideways.
Coursing highways and byways.
As if hares running races, they try to escape from the dogs of war who continually pursue.

Thoughts.
A penny for them.
What can one believe?
A sparkling sky of full blown disease.
Powerful people worldwide, open your eyes.
Discuss implications long and hard.
Before dangerous minds combine and atrocious decisions be made.
(c)LIVVI