The Fault Line

Some dwell in a place of possible demise, By choice or chance we find. At any moment the earth could give way, for they live above or around a fault line. It seems life has more to offer there. More glitz ,more glam,a place to really shine. Even though at any second they know, They are at the mercy of the fault line. The question is not so much if, but when, point the signs, The falling , the crumbling, the despair,the loss, All at the mercy of the fault line. Wisdom or folly, whim or fate,no different than all mankind. We live today mortals, above that eternal fault line.