Be prepared for the incoming.
For the rain to pound on your roof.
For the storms of life to prevail.
Making all humans look frail.
Be prepared for the incoming.
For the fire to reach for your feet.
For the storms of life to prevail.
Centuries from now we'll be a lost tale.
Prepare for incoming.
I think of how the earth stirs eventually tumbling all underfoot. Where tales, the tiny fragments of, to be dug up and guessed upon their meanings.