The Storm is Us
Here comes the storm
The strong wind
The pouring rain
The rising sea
The deafening silence
No one is safe
Safe from the storm
But we try to fight it anyway
The fight consumes us all
It consumes our thoughts
And our actions
Until it becomes second nature
Then it consumes our habits
And finally our character
Just part of who we are
In our effort to fight the storm
We instead become it
We become
what we feared most
What those around us fear most
Then we call it progress.
We are the storm
We are the reason for
The strong wind
The pouring rain
And the rising sea
But most of all
We are the reason
For the deafening silence
For we have caused it
And yet
We call it progress
We call it progress
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