two words
make the world go round.
numerous directions
overwhelm the inhabitants of earth
eyes pierce the dark
but darkness remains
frustrating would be architects
the future clouds the present
water falls the sun burns
molecules to soft rock
trains collide blend create nonsense
an architect laughs
locked away in an onyx tower
firing shots at imaginary targets
two words plague the minds of the world
these words echo and scream
forcing action and inaction.
