Just like a feather in the wind I fly.
I fly through the black night.
The thunder roars from within the depths of the clouds.
Lightning erupts and lights up the sky.
The waves crash on rocks submerged under the rough sea.
The storm.
It brings the separation.
I to was separated.
Blown in the wind like grains of sand swept off the beach.
Separation bring loneliness.
Which brings madness.
The drive to be ok.
The false hope registered into our minds.
We are deluded.
It wraps us around their finger.
Madness, it brings them power.
Power is craved.
Over craved that they to are mad.
They do not believe this is so.
Will not be told other wise.
They argue.
They shout as the thunder roars.
Yell as the waves crash.
And strike, as the lightning strikes.
As they settle, so do the elements.
Peace is restored.
Waves make their way back out to sea.
Leaving the beach to recover.
The clouds disappear.
Letting the blue sky shine a new day.
They too leave.
Until next time.