So where are we going
A question that can derail the cohesive of complimentary companions
It is the shadow of the scythe to the stalks of grain
But there is a time when this question has the force of a atomic bomb
Instantly inducing calls to emergency services and having the restructuring crews details pulled out of the rolladex
Which is why many of us tiptoe around using it
Where it can become a cold war stand off
But there is time It is like a meteorite the size of our sun
Zooming in on a paddle boat in the Indian ocean
Imagine the fallout and commotion
As well as power of propulsion
The say at the stake it is not the fire
That kills you but the smoke
For the question brings up issues of wires being crossed
An eye test appointment
And remodelling
But there is a time when you have veer from the shore
Saddled with paddles and oars potentially
Basking in awe
And then comes the horns of war
Signalling a detour
Shattering decor and shredding notions of what is and shst was thought
And reminiscence of shores
Are retold as to retort
Using up the last resort rations
And survival packs
And the ocean is unforgiving
And what distance can be found in a dingy is explored
And the thought is why in the commotion of the ocean
Why not in aisle of and island
Which seems light years away
Which would of been awhile
Spout out a soliloquy clothed prose of pursuit
Whilst trying to find the end of the roots
Looking for clues of the keyser soze twist
Resistant to the immediate urgers of overboard
Passion losing out momentarily to pragmatism
Paradigm
Was possibly a shape before this now
It is a concept to tussle with
Tusks turn to weapons after being adored as ornaments
It turns out pursuit was misleading
Now a cause of grievance
One side party thought it had a potentially for an end
And another the journey
Is the end part of swashbuckling adventures to spout till and beyond the loss of dentures
So I dont know where we are going
But I am getting a picture of where I am going
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