The ruse, a woolen curtain
The distraction, a celebration
The outgoing and the incoming
Are practically twins
To malcontents
That won nothing
The assembly line chicken littles
Arms raised “what does this mean?”
What does this mean?
Amidst the minions, clapping in unison
The truth moves forward
Even when dragged by hangers-on
Never you mind the shadow dwellers
The unseen strings
The road ahead may be uneven
But like dark muddy waters
Perseverance will stream to the wide open ocean
Eventually
danDAman 