Generators
Drifting through windstorms
leave the umbrella behind
don’t overreach yourself
the bar has been raised and
wind generators are broken
Rain pouring like crazy but
the sky seems clear while
the cold breeze pleasing
my icicle-sharp mind and
like an icicle I slowly melt
dripping, becoming an ocean
floating through storms
Road signs are frozen now
my way is a mess with few
slippery paths carrying on
with the duty in vain because
my wind generator is broken
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