The Thunderstorm

August 10, 2009
A roar of thunder, so far away
A bolt of lightening, strikes astray
The skies tremble, and shake with fear
Makes one wonder, is the end so near?

Hiding, sheltered, under the covers
Is it now, or is it another?
In the storm, one feels so alone,
Does it pay to whine? Does it pay to moan?

Merely a thunderstorm, what's the fuss?
It will pass, but what has become of us?
So smart and wise, yet we have become
The true slaves to our own freedom.

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