Who You Are

Black Sheep – Metric

20 years come and gone… 30, 40 more.

We are the magic. Always were.

So strong, that we threw a stopper into the violent drains of time.

Freedom Walks.

Wild Nights… Wild Days… Before the ethereal chains of a new world began to wrap around us.

We got comfortable.

We are comfortable.

Do not say you are tired. Doesn’t matter if you are.

Same patterns, over and over… Broken for awhile. A hundred years or more for this chance again…

We strode towards the glittering dawn of a midnight city sky. Arms flailing into the night. Our peace within disaster.

Made for these days.

Willpower changes the world. Not man or money.

We never did know. Maybe we never will. The answer to what we were will come from the mouths of others. Blessed will be those around to hear it.

All this time later… You still know you’re different. Still know your species is endangered. Still looking for others… Shadows, corners, dark alleys… We can’t be afraid, we are explorers…

Witness.

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A whisper on the air… Over and over…

How? What? … When?

Drops of water

Drops of rain

Drops of Oceans… Falling from the sky. Beating over and over on an eternal rock.

The drops must be a wave now. A storm, whipping up the great waters of every sea.

Gather unto you those who know now. Stand. Wait.

Forever… It feels like forever. You will know, He will tell you one way or the other.

That ever-present guidance from above. Stay close to the Lord… He’ll stay close to you.

Creatures crawl and more will come. It is the fear of the attack… Losing anything that is left…

Memories. Memories, like little microchips in our minds… Guiding, changing… Fading.

We can’t let this happen.

It is the mind. The key is our minds. Our minds.

There are dark and shadowy spaces in there. It’s where we are now. Hiding in there, and look out the window… It looks like inside.

A huddled body against the/an infinite inky black future.

You are the light in that darkness. A room in a house surrounded outside by this swirling, screaming and howling tornado filled with the violent debris of what’s left behind.

And there are people in that room with you.

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