I could feel the ground moving,
The dense air heavy around me.
Humming against my eardrums,
The oncoming lights shine brightly.
A sense of foreboding envelopes my rationale for safety.
Yet, a tendril of doubt slithers up the sleeve of my mind.
Our lives revolve around the embodiment of our fragile souls;
I hesitated, then regarded myself.
High and proud, I triumphed.
Carving a path through the swollen snow.
As the moving lights seem to slow,
Out against it, I threw myself;
Mind, body, soul and all.
Erratic Behaviour
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