We are a group of travelers.Each speaking a different language,with the same goal in mind.Failing to reach the destinationfor lack of communicationas we muddle through space and time.

It's a predictable predicament.Useless eyes that refuse to seethrough the lies. Hopelessly shufflingtowards an edge that leads to our own demise.

At some point in the journey,an agenda was birthed.Divide and conquerwas the propaganda.Unity could no longer be served.

We jump into the void with our blind faith.Eyes closed. Holding back the crocodile tears.Failing to hear the messagemuffled by the sound whistling in our ears.

 ___________________________________Art Credit: Nour@sparksflyidraw