They Are Going Great

 They Are Going Great.

Sand  and water  always  surpass  us,      

Yet ,we  undermine them  always,

As it is gathering  clouds,

The suddenness of  some

Eerie or fear   stultifies you,

It   grips   you  for   a  while,

Could  be uncertainty in the

Cavalcade  of  this   sojourn;

 the sky dons black ,

 the colour Blue for a while hides behind ,

 could be in a mood of teasing the vast,/

the Moon and neon lights make me look small for a while,

I see  the  hurrying  mass  ;

Multitude  of  Impatience.

They   are    the   speeding   mopeds,

Instilling fear  in you

If   dash against,

 still my car moves on,

with a question where are we going,

it is an unanswered question.