It is like discovering a grotto
It is like setting up a campfire
It is like flying one’s own private plane:
It starts off wonderfully, before me
The moment’s beauty shines over my heart
Making it dance and warming me up well
Chasing away all clouds masking the view.
But then peacefulness breaks, chaos takes place
And the sailor is caught up in a storm,
The archeologist under earthquakes
And the boy scout under heavy rain
As the plane’s east wing catches on fire.
Yet neither of us five have a fair choice.
To retrieve? An impossible option.
Life orders you to keep going, always.
Or else but then you would be choosing death
So the boat has to cut through the white waves,
The claustrophobic man to crawl inside;
So the fire has to be protected
While the pilot jumps outside his cabin
We all fight for our cause hoping Fate’s kind
We all have one goal, one requiring time
Thus, meanwhile we master not but are forced
To wait for elements to calm down.
Anne-Laure Cloud--Roussell
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