A storm is brewing in the air
A tempest on the horizon
Misery is up on end
Anchoring itself to fight
Pins and needles
In the eye of the storm
Calm is all but fleeting
Black skies ensue
As fear climbs over barricades
What to do? What to do?
Preparations are useless
Barreling through walls
Ripping through the strongest will
Reduced to children
Clutching at the breast of mother earth
Vying for position
Afraid to give up the easy
Is there one right path?
There never is just one right answer
Lightning strikes again and again
Same place, same place
Melted souls of hopeful doubt
All or nothing
Black or white
Right or wrong
If only life was like a sunny shore