A rare commodity is solitude. It can be easily misunderstood. To be all alone with no one else around. You can do this in the air or on the ground. You can sail off in the blue sea, Or hop on a plane without me. We can all use some time alone. Without T.V. or telephone. Time to think about your goal. You will come back feeling whole.
What has happened to our paradise? Now I could surely use some advice. Our town is bombarded with creatures. In the dark we can’t see their features. They come out in the dark of night. Hiding their faces from the light. The winds are picking up speed. They devour our town with greed. We must run and hide in the church. Before we are left in the lurch. Someone save us before it’s too late. From creatures filled with evil and hate.