Knowing What’s True

Drifting along but nothing’s going on

No reason to sing along

Just another day has gone

Feeling like I don’t belong,

The shadows of illusions play

Casting darkness where I lay

There are all kinds of secrets at play

Remaining mysterious each day,

There’s an unwritten law in reality

Depending on your brain chemistry

We all have personal tragedies

Everyone groping for the keys,

On the threshold of a shadow land

Events stirred by an invisible hand

Like a space probe unmanned

Like all free thought being banned,

Coming to this world whether or not it was planned

No instrumentality was scanned

All artistic ambitions canned

Green glass transformed from sand,

Why do I awake deep in the night?

Full of anxiety it’s just not right

Oh the adrenalized flight or fight

And the world succumbs to some new fright,

Be careful of the door you’ve just passed through

For there’s only one of you

Personal plans easily go askew

Trick is to know for sure what’s true.