And once again, I find myself against the wind.
The way it’s always been.
I don’t mind.
Pushing through the crowds, choking on the cloud,
I dont mind
If it means I won’t be around.
When it all comes down.
All the people speaking
Their opinions and their feelings
Like they really have a reason
To be breathing
All the people lie
All the people cry
All the people die
Everything is falling
The end calling
All the people preaching
Now praying
Now crawling
falling
David Sabo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hatch-2/
