Walking in the chaos

One of two all time favourites.

What is it like to feel, the moment the weather breaks, good or bad?

pens and pegs

Walking in the chaos

Blind in the darkness,
No one needs another nomadic writer in the human race,
Caught in the dust storm,
Three thousand miles of chaos on a weather beaten face.

Some days we write too much story,
Some days we want to shed the stereotype,
What can we make in each the moment,
What can live or die without ever knowing openspace.

Twisted somewhere upon the wind and clouds,
Just to fall upon another piece of foreign ground,
Stranger to the collision, stranger to the land,
Still we walk on in the darkness.

Some days we write too much story,
Some days we want to shed the stereotype,
What can we make in each the moment,
What can live or die without ever knowing openspace.

Maybe it might sound better,
If it were…

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