logic, a dream boat floating on a Tsunami
up was up and down was down
something you could count on
it was all so neat, back in the day
when gravity was king
black and white, no grey areas, ‘convenient’!
the good book was still seen, as good
blindness made it simple!
sadly, the answers on offer
we’re not what they were supposed to be
question marks grow like mushrooms in the dark
answers and hurt feelings grow side by side
the past, is cast in stone, it cannot be erased
climb the twisted stair before you
wipe the entitlement from your eyes
who knows, your utopia is just an effort away
