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"Thunderstruck" by Christopher Blume 7/4/13


Sometimes I feel the whole world is staring...
While I'm blissfully unaware to their unseen impairing.

Pull a rabbit from a hat, it's all an illusion...
How did this become that, it's a cloudy resolution.

From one storm to the next, my foresight fades into history...
for I am perplexed with this iniquitous mystery.

Its rain washes away my sense of rationality...
In it's place rests a passé fashion of reality.

But outside the clouds rests the sun and its rays
Only to be seen by the crowds so strangely vague.

While I splash through puddles, water dripping down my face...
I hear cruel laughter slightly muddled and out of place.

So what controls the weather? The aching bones of an old geezer?
Or is it God? Perhaps the devil? Who's making this nor'easter?

Just when the fog is peeling, and I think I've got my bearings
I get that creepy feeling that someone else is staring.