Sinaloa Seek Harbor
it billows and sways, almost engulfing us capturing
anything in its course. even holding on tight won't
save us this time. we can't be saved, we won't be
saved. clouds above, follow like a moth to a flame.
like terrible monsters with mouths and hands hoping to
swallow us whole. and we can hide but it's still there.
we lock ourselves in down below, still it hunts us and
haunts us. this is our own creation, right here in
front of us a very hell of our own…and you whisper, "it
never ends." we can't sleep this one away. it's our own
doing, with no end to these dark clouds; so
unforgiving, unrelenting, with no end in sight. you
write it all down frantically with hopes that we'll be
found. not to be lost forever, not to ever stray this
way, not to follow this course again.
explanation
we make mistakes throughout our lives, as individuals
and as communities. over time, you'd hope to learn from
them, to not make the same mistakes on a consistent
basis. some choices have greater effects than others,
and one can only hope that these events sort themselves
out over time, through work and communication.
individually, i know that i have made mistakes, some
that i still look back and wince at. i learn from them,
but still they don't always make me feel good about the
situation. on a larger scale, you look at the world and
how we treat (and interact with) each other, as one
nation to another nation, and it is truly terrifying.
it makes you wonder, no matter how many books record
our history, if we will ever truly learn from our
mistakes. does it ever end? will we ever learn? will
the smaller voices, the true people, ever rise up and
be heard? can we continue to live like this?
