There’s no sun anymore. Mommy, where did it go?
It seems all of a sudden dark clouds have appeared.
And where has all the color gone. Have we stood still
For so long that amusement can no longer thrill?
What can seem so outrageous is no longer weird.
If there’s not a safe ride, what is there I should know?
If you tell me the answer is nothing at worst
I’d delight in my knowing my mother is wise
Not to make divine providence something it’s not.
Neither state nor its deepness can hide from a lot.
But is such a bleak picture too harsh for my eyes?
If it’s not always daytime, are sometimes then cursed?
I think I know the answer, dear mother, since there
Is a guidance inside me and you. It’s the same
As the instinct that keeps creatures light on their feet.
That there’s darkness afoot is somewhat of a treat
…Often sillier than the old usual game.
We’re all in it for fun, and we need not beware.