Elucidating Questions

In the dreamless wandering the wanderer waits, sent along by the flow

The shadows of the snake, and the whisper of the shark.

To turn away and hear a whisper from farther away.

It was the last warning that tried to whisper.

If anyone could only follow along.

There’s something that isn’t the things to be run from,

Giving a look of complete disbelief.

Crashing into it every day,

Being closed in, being forced down, being silenced

And could it be believed by the watchers?

I haven’t heard them sing.