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Storm
That gut feeling you get.
A storm is brewing.
Emotions are flying high.
Reality is hitting hard.
Knowing your losing yourself fast.
The tiger and the monkey, all together in one boat.
One was there for support, and the other for the ride.
One died away eventually, leaving me alone with no support.
Different perspectives.
Losing to the old.
Losing to the past.
The old becomes new and the new becomes past.
In a snap of your fingers, the monkey danced the night away.
With the touch of your lips, the tiger stayed at bay.
Both for entertainment, but only one to stick and die.
