A dash of dreams... A tupse of twenty-twenty vision. let's turn the page! Do things important things. But the latch felt and we were trapped. whispers everywhere whispers to ripples ripples to waves waves become liquid mountain crashing down. We ran into secret places invisible unknown. All dreams, attacked, grasping desperately for air. It wasn't fair, it didn't care, man woman and child all had a fair share. We raged, we cried, we begged - Mercy! It did not hear, Misery kept us company. The carnival had ended and so masks were removed. Many Medusas were unveiled that day, No Oracles to spin fantasies. Helpless to the onslaught we cowered in dark places. Out of despair many turned to Him. Will He hear their cry? Will He care? Will He...?