lives inside closed minds
oblivious eyes opened wide
mental suicide

This is the devils' playground
His greatest trick can never be found
But take a look around

in almost every way
I attempt to stay above the fray
but we all have days
when that quiet place
is just anther rat race

TV dinner and a box of wine
Johnny Carson reruns on channel  nine
Standing in a supermarket checkout line

history echoes
whispers ignorance ignores
destined to repeat

What do you fear
On quiet sleepless nights
Is it the not knowing
What lies ahead
or
what lays behind
Do you toss and turn
with uncertainty

Of a measure to come
that you will be found wanting
Or to not be weighed at all
and all this tossing and turning
was for nothing big or small