Turbulence

There was this lost feeling of turbulence,
Fierce streams became sluggish,
Just the heart beat raced between the extremes.

There was anger mingled in the talks,
In random talks of random nonsense,
All continued in rhythm, all now is past tense.

Misconstrued were the truths of life,
Chases and day dreams, aesthetic ideals were true,
We raced in and out, all races and clans without any clue.

Saw with real eyes, unreal birds singing in the garden,
Caught the fishes with the young ones in the yellow boat,
But once the arrow is released, on the holy water the carcass floats.

We fought the speeds,
Now we ourselves clog the pathways,
With our dead plots of future,
Turbulence is long gone and slugs dried,
Nothing to fight,
Darkness waiting for the light,
Like two ends of the line,
Moving forward and backwards.

-knightesS