The Way It Is...

My reactions...

Voices on the wind. The days are not so clear. Confusion moves in like fog from the hills. What is lacking from the picture? Materialistic, as it seems... is it money? ... is it the have's? ... is is heritage? What about the things that are important? ... the passion, the dedication, the loyalty? What about love? Does that not count for its own weight in worth? More fog restricts the the vision of the captain as the ship threatens to break upon the unseen rocks. The wind from the north blows the vessel free, and she tosses about lost upon the sea, the passionate voice howls with the wind, the tears mix with the raine and the salty grime of the sea.  And the depths of the ocean beckon, promising long sought peace...