The music began with a low, moody, ominous bass part.
On screen, lightning played among the far hills.
Nobody seemed to have a plan as to how to stop the zombie invasion.
Except one! She pulled out her phone and that is what cued the Bollywood style dance-off!
Vast hills of overwhelming emotions rim his psyche
All casting shadows in the depths where he lays at rest
Looking at the prospect of climbing out
Leaves him feeling exhausted before he even begins
Every step a struggle, the climb pure torture
Yet once high up in the surrounding hilltops the view of tomorrow is amazing
Wise women and men sit on mountain tops letting knowledge roll down hills
Accumulating in dry valleys dearth of sustenance, it irrigates new thoughts
Taking seed, many new thoughts and ideas germinate and grow into movements
Causing a resource struggle, killing off many, their husks choking off the life giving flow
Heaven help me as I see it happen again on my way up the hill with my bucket