Illusion of Non-Precarious

Illusion of Non-Precarious

We walk on balsa wood covering moving sand

If we stand in comfort, the fall thru’ is never grand

Movement is life and there’s no letting up for complacency

But surprise is always the collapse of permanency

There’s no such thing as forever after

Only change is reality and its pace is master

We wake up at midnight and then take fright

Shocked at what seemed non-precarious has taken flight

The search for security is saying tell me lies

Let’s pretend that nothing dies

Our genesis is yearning for eternal consciousness

For this is after all the kernel of existence

We do what feels comfortable which tomorrow’s reality is

Over protecting and triggering neuroticism resulting in tics

Mind that cynicism doesn’t intrude

That could begin the screaming-meemies which is ever so rude