Let's go outside and breath
The ragged air
Cloth strapped to our faces
Our hands clean and pink
To burn beneath the summer sun
Every day we see the price of denial
Every day we watch as things pass
It's the easiness with which we ignore reality
That really bothers me
Everything is fine
The sky is still blue
I can still breath
At least, I can today.
What will tomorrow bring?
Will the homeless stand in the streets?
Will the jobless pay their rent ?
How many band-aids can we tape across
The bleeding arteries?
I have my routine, my circle of people
My isolationist's gift
As the months pass and the grass dries
I wonder what fresh horrors await
You can hope but time keeps no promises
There is no such thing as a sure thing
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