The sky darkens
Pinprick pupils
A shroud of clouds
I wait above for my time
The timpani hits of thunder
Pound out a rhythm in 7/8
Unbalancing the people below
I wait above for my time
Lightning fractures the sky
White jagged edges split
And fork along electron roads
I wait above for my time
There is a wailing in the distance
Machined warning of the doom
For those below, it is an alarm
For me, it is a shot and the race is on
Feet fall first, frantic and fast
Landing lightly like lovers
But the pace picks up as
My body impacts and moves
I move forward, not knowing when
To stop, only knowing that I will
I will get pulled up into the clouds
Like a daredevil bungee jumping
Every step I take destroys, my path
Erratic and unpredictable
I miss a house by inches to plow into
A barn right behind, teeth chewing it up
When I leave, I sit above, leashed
A rabid dog waiting to be set loose
I have no desire to destroy, I have no will
It is just my nature, a force is a force is a force
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