Tornadoes 💫 and Trumpets🎉

how many of us really stop to consider the dysfunctional rays of those around us? orbiting satellites left to simmer and sweep for years on end it's a wonder we're still alive a miracle we still have our right mind or something close to it that we think still fits tight I seem to remember a time before time looking forward, believing if we continued to press toward so certain I was that we would find them in that large city, dreams that lay waiting you're looking at me through different eyes why now? everything's changed nothing's the same that certainty left with those southerly winds while the noise on the left side grew quiet as the chatter increased two-fold I heard a distant weather report on the AM dial something about tornadoes and trumpets on the run...