Storm

Of this might flow
Spirits chased out the mourning door
Essence discounted as a fearless rage
When the book of life turns the page
Sounds resonate from future blessing
All the while you can keep guessing
On the which the why and the where
The only truth is you will be there
When it all comes down
When it all blows up
When crashes abound
When you’re out of luck
The roll will begin
As the storm sets in
You’re gonna get wet
You may even have regret
But then off it goes
As surely as the wind blows
Storms don’t last forever……………..
Fennigan T 2.11.11