as we run from the city
of who we used to be
the past lies desecrated
instantly turned to ruins
the storm moves closer and closer
until the twister is upon you
pulling you from your feet
and into its mayhem
the tornado tosses us-how uncontrollably we rise and fall,
bodies moving like marionettes without a god.
not landing as the same people who were taking off.
chaos threw us higher than our tallest fears. it became
our tallest fear, to not be the ones in control. how sad
the realizations are, that we'd rather be in the eye of the storm,
numb lifeless and idle, than in where everything is electric, alive
and in motion.
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