Deer in the headlights Interrupted midflight…
Mysterious intervention By the unknown
Caught up In the moment
Frozen as if Hypnotized,
by Death’s stare
Something is in the air…
But, we are blind…
Can’t feel it Even though, you know
…its close…
Too late to run…
Can’t move, No help …in sight…
Can’t stop the falling tears
In desperation To surrender…
In the face of overwhelming odds
There are but two roads
Of which to choose…
To evade the moment Of this disastrous…
Calamity
Or fight
Despite the fright…
Of odds,
Which eclipse
Our ability To see
A Way beyond
Our Fear
C2

