Chaos after the rock
swimming in the reservoir
screaming
this is it.
I notice with slight attention
having heard this before
question just what to hell
is it this time.
Suddenly trees bend
but do not break
as though they know
the story has no ending
and get bored.
A hiss from the wind
sends shivers up my spine
guessing time has come
to run or pray
but the good Lord ain’t listening
not with all this going on
instead deciding to watch
keep track how many times his name
is spoken in vain
since he moved the rock.
Chaos
chasing down
destiny
uncertain of which door
will set them free
from pending eternity
the one they fear is near
but then it happens
fall has arrived
gone are the sunny warm days
now they must stay
beyond the rock
with mere hope.
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