Winding Down

The day is winding down and destiny is running around; the day is winding down and everyone is moving up and down the town, the streets are crowded and the people are divided the trucks are loaded with delivery goods and the messengers are walking around with pinewood and cotton gauze tied up in a plastic bag. The weather is fine but the people don’t have a dime. The cars keep rolling down the street honking their horns; heaven knows what is going on; they are spreading out things on the lawn, is it a yard sale or an auction, there’s got to be some form of reaction. The prices are high for large and small equipment and they are selling like hot bread; it a sale indeed with brand new items taking from the store; the original owners are closing their doors and everything must go, from kitchen sink to bathroom tubs and they have a gorilla skirt to sweep up the dirt. Some people have no destination but they are moving anyway, they believe that faith will show them the way, with just a book and a note pad and a few pieces of clothes in their bags the couple join the caravan and leave everything behind to start a new life in the unknown. Some people are bold indeed and start rolling up their sleeve with a fish waddling in their boats and the irony jumping about. The whale is very stubborn but it has message for me and you; your long-awaited dream is about to come through. It is blow out Friday and everyone is on the run, they have traveled for miles just to have fun. The fountain is flowing and the morning is glowing and the people are dancing in the street; there is a big parade too and big jamboree next door and a thousand horse charging around the bend breaking down the fence and trampling everyone in the den, I have never seen anything like this before, I had to open the door and take ten steps until I reach the elevator.