jumping on the bandwagon

with the Promises that have been given.

worry condenses and tries to pulse through.

the bustling street, blurred images and colors,

an aurora of figures.

the citadel leaning over, tyring to get a look

at the new addition trying to blend its own. 

down the path untouched 

by the ones who glide, never walk,

moving towards one line they've never seen.

movements in motion,

within the range of doubt,

carrying burdens of gold and uncertainty.

unkempt, yet worthy of wisdom 

beyond the field of colors,

and images,

and figures.

Coach lost at the first blink.

Peace comes to guide.