The People in Disarray

In pain I won't move against winds I cannot control. And I swear it will slowly slide down, spinning into a narrow tube, coming out of nowhere. Support is then at hand, for a grasp, for an ultimate grip, for the missed swing when a jump is all I needed. Take my hand and we will run over there where the sun sets, where the clouds hide away, where sun and moon exchange glances, exchange jugs and kisses. While we all push and pull to get where we were told to go. For we are the people with no order, with no idea other than theirs. And in disarray we fall out of rank. In disarray we fall out with each other. In disarray we cry and sigh while we stomp our feet against all the injustice we fuelled in the first place. What a disgrace!