Signal Number Four

Don’t stop now, though the motion sickness has you
Spinning out, ’cause you’re on your way
Oh, my friend, just look how far you’ve come and
Think twice before you go and throw it all away…

~*~

You’re on your way to the hemisphere

Then discard your self-destructive fear

It’s manic but don’t panic, oh calamity

Doomed typhoons pick up your sanity

.

You’re in pieces dashed at the tidal waves

Tsunami and dizzy hurricanes you saved

Caught up in rampant and torrential rains

Hoping that they could rescue your remains

.

If this is a storm, then where’s the casualty?

Drenched in common colds of catastrophe

Thunder screams at the back of your head

But the lightning never follows close ahead.

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