It’s a rare and still night out there,
With hardly a star seen through the clouds.
Humidity and heat lie heavy in the air,
And not even a slight breeze to ruffle any shrouds.
It’s a fair analogy for what’s inside,
Clouded minds and still, slow brains.
Herds and gangs waiting to be cast aside,
Like insects and pests that come with the rains.
But in my head a light shines out,
A call to like minds to join my stand.
For without allies it is a huge doubt,
Whether we can get through this no man’s land.
Like lightning and thunder must have that gap,
Maybe we must be apart as well.
Or maybe I’m the only one caught in a trap,
Looking for others to free me from a spell.
Is it just my head that doesn't always work for me?
Or do we all depend on someone else’s helping hand?
Isn't even the tree of life but a dead tree,
If it had nothing to hold on to in the land?
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