My eyes

they flutter

and fall.

Whilst all around the world crumbles, slowly marching on it’s way to the end of days. I walk along, sometimes I run along but mostly I walk along, wondering. Wondering what will become, what will happen, where will we go? Wondering, sometimes aloud, sometimes internally but always wondering. Still, we walk, march, run towards, towards what? What are we moving forward to?

My eyes

they flutter

and fail.