When the black smoke fills the earth
And the pale blue sky alter into darkness
Then the signs will not remain
Of you and I
When the storm is calm and quiet
The ocean wider than our eyes can see
Then your name will not appear
on anyone’s lips
When the days creep up on us
And we hold on to everyone
Then life is just like a game
Of Chutes and Ladders
Could it be senseless?
Could this be all of you?
KARI HARNESHAUG 