Our lives are gusts of wind
There for one second
then gone the next.
We spend our days trying to push against eachother
Stopping any progress from being possible.
Imagine the power if one gust turned to ten
A hundred or a thousand.
Maybe then we wouldnt be worried about how we would end.
YOU ARE READING
Marionette
PoetryJust some poetry. I've given up on being a novelist for the time being so most of what I post will be poetry or short stories if I feel up for it
