Too Late to Beware

It’s the way of the world it won’t let you in

But it wants to know just where you’ve been

Stick around it’ll get under your skin

In the mirror you’re looking frail and thin,

It’s the way of the world drenched in sin

Imbalanced enough to partake of gin

You’re losing your grip to your chagrin

Can’t trust rusted hearts made of tin,

Go ahead just take the plunge

He was dead before he ever lunged

All the truth you can find likely expunged

Take a stand for God and you’ll be bludgeoned,

In order to cope with all this you’ll need a crutch

Sex, drugs, alcohol, and such

The voices in your head won’t help much

All those extraterrestrial images NASA will retouch,

Living in the moment like a hamster on a wheel

Not about reality it’s just about how you feel

In order to get by you’ll beg, borrow, or steal

With this kind of conditioning love will seem unreal,

Remember now it’s the way of the world

Injustice, lust, violence, as each moment is unfurled

Watch the cheer leaders as their batons are twirled

Try to make sure that you get that referral,

In a tent in the wilderness something’s not right

Sound is sucked out of the air and your chest is tight

Heavy footfalls in the blackness of the night

The snap of a branch ominously out of sight,

The heavy breathing of a creature out there

You’d look out of the tent if you weren’t so scared

The unknown hominid it’s a waking nightmare

You should have planned better too late to beware.