The smell of burning flesh fills the air,
All I hear are police sirens everywhere.

The world is in turmoil as we all know,
No one has anyone to turn to, no where to go.

So I just sit here on my front porch step,
Wondering what happened overnight as the world slept.

Wires are down, trees are on fire,
Everything is chaos, all is haywire.

People are running around acting so crazy,
The smog that covers the earth is now very hazy.

Life as we know it has come to an end,
It is certainly going to be hard to mend.

All luck is deceased, no four leaf clovers,
All that is and was is completely over.

There is no way to describe it,
the pain someone else feels.
But you know that it's lurking close by.
You know that this pain is real.

If seeing is believing,
Then what is dreaming?



**Pretending