I sleep knowing,
I’m always close to the edge of death
I believe in the air,
never thinking much to count a breath
I sit comfortably in public,
not knowing the age of the chair
I accept a leader’s change,
never questioning if it’s actually fair
I ride passenger,
never wondering if the driver feels suicidal
I say amen as a crowd,
not knowing if the people even believe in the Bible
I lie, I cry, I love, I hate, I forgive, I resent,
I live to treat, but sometimes I need one’s care
But as a man,
I cannot cheat on my barber, when it comes to my hair.
