Waves of words press against change,
pushing relentlessly uphill, gaining two
steps behind forward. Like clouds boiling
out, releasing fingers of long rain. Tension
is a moment of unwanted paradise. Voices
rise within a stream of indifference; there
are no two sides, only one is always right.
A walk of thoughts becomes a river, a rhythm
of wide opinion. Compromise fails without a
chance to breathe. It ends with a high tide of
victims, never short of blame. The sun sets
but success is lost.
Roger Singer 