Toopoems

I think that I can hear them . Who, you ask, why the ones before me? Who? Well, good question. Lo and behold, the world as we know it is coming. Below shoals, the forgotten ones, the ones that swim below the flows of the ocean. Wind coming in from every which way, “Which way, which way”? I heard the lost soul cry out. We wish to help, although nobody knows the path of another. Nobody is seen even though we hear the cries. Why? Good question, beats me. Turn off the TV and you will see clearly which path to take. Today has been a long day in the town of sound. See, you hear them? Tell me you can hear them. Remember me, they scream, remember our dreams. They see the scene has little things to see.