I’ve no multi-ring circus in my living room.
I gave up watching TV a long time ago.
Those big screens are but passageways to or from hell
Depending on the kind of stew in which I dwell.
I had doubted my sanity, but now I know
There are madmen among us who live to entomb.
It’s as if Cinderella is caught past midnight.
Natives have become restless in this troubled land.
I would love to feel safe anywhere that I go.
Every ill thought I have against people I owe
To the real fear that grips me. I can’t understand
The concept of pure evil and the ultra-right.
I had better cease giving this much energy.
That in itself is dangerous if it is more
Than I give to what pleases me without a doubt.
There are more worthy things that I could write about.
And in order to do that, I have to ignore
Everything in this madness as it seems to be.
Getting into that inner space where all is well
Is the only thing I control absolutely.
Difficult is my journey if I focus on
This sick world I’m a part of. I’d rather be drawn
To the peace overwhelming I find within me.
For right now, I would like to remain in my shell.