What was once reliably inevitable,
Now lies beyond a yawning chasm of uncertainty and fear.
The semi-comfortable monotony of normality,
Torn to pieces and scattered amongst the gusting wind.
Delicate dreams and hopes slipping swiftly out of grasp,
As we wonder if hope is a cruel phantom,
Guiding us tentatively along until we lose step,
Once porcelain posing as concrete,
Tumbling into oblivion.
