Performing to the sounds of nature,
Concrete jungle cacophony:
Metal crumble; stabbing bullets; restless screams.
Through the uncertainty of the mutated world
And into the rush:
Stretched to the limit;
Pushed and prodded.
Through the madness;
Keeping balance, not wanting to fall.
Fall! – scream them all.
Trying to keep it smooth, sustained –
But composed; poised with a smile.
Trying to find the way,
The Passion Way;
Confusion as they pull in their different directions,
Follow the heart; raise the spirit!
Gracefully glide from experience: