It is like a puzzle.
How do we survive
all these pressure
when we can't
put all the
pieces together
to solve it.
Can we resolve
this baffling puzzle.
We are now like a
disjointed figment
of a painful sore.
Pull yourself together
and do something
now that it is still
morning.
The clouds are
changing to announce
the approach of
the dark.
Even the owl calls out,
reminding you that
the night is here.
The silhouette of
their presence is
frightening.
Stealthy quite and
silent movements
in the dark beckoning
their arrival.
Waiting to strike a
deadly blow.
But already prepared
and waiting in ambush
are the few elect
special elite forces.
Taking the bull by
the horns,
they strike first and
solved the puzzle
that brought victory.
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