The Irony of Such Chance

Falling from a great height. No barrier can protect us now. The sound of thunder crashed in the darkness. Falling faster now. Splitting from our group. The sounds of humming drumming directly in front - en route. Hit the roof with full force, the wet dark slates offer no where to stay. Slide down the cold roof into the gutter grate. Grouped up with some old friends as we swam about. Eventually back out to the deep blue - where we started out. The sun baking our element making us all feel quite faint. Oh dear we are heading upwards in a different state. Now rolling in the vapours we stop above a street. Now is time for the big push as we go with all our might. Imagine the irony of such chance as we ponder when we're going down, To see we're destined for the same roof in the same town.