What is there to even worry about?

That’s their music.

I’ve got my own

The capital. Early. Just awaken.

The horde.

Slowly making their way to where ever they are due. The phenomenon is quite impressive. Almost to the point where I was missing the true enjoyment of what their melody had to offer.

But I knew the melody. The most impressive one of them all.

Civilization. And whatever it takes to contribute.

I am part of the dance. I’m not renegade. But our tune plays later in the night.

Fewer folk. The strive for rest or relief. The belief that we can truly become our free selves. That is the tune I know.

The zombies. Rows and rows. Piles and piles. All lumbering to whereever they are due.

A phenomenon.

You should see what it looks like. So long as you’re not caught in the music. The tune to join in. The dance of our growth.

It is wonderous.

I’m no super hero. I’m no different.

I just dont happen to exist when most others rise.

Interesting