A feel of relief,
So concrete.
Yet could still be torn up just like a street.
Riding the wave,
of an unfolding life.
Yet the sun may never come back after. tonight.
Seen the feeling,
A cold pressed harvest.
Shallowly mistaken for trying our hardest.
Cracking skulls
Just like cracking a whip.
The crack of their lightning has sunken our ship.