Running in the forest like a scared little girl
What would happen if the world 
Just stopped spinning where it is 
And why am I His 
For so long
Without any rotary blade 
To put the sun in the shade 
Of all that you know so well
Is the earth going to hell 
In a hand basket 
And if it is does it wonder why we don’t ask it
What it needs 
And the people bleed 
In a foreign land 
As we all wait on tenderhooks 
Suspicious of what they might take 
Looks that worry about the quake 
That seems to be shaking the superstructure 
And it’s a wonder something doesn’t rupture 
In the facade 
What if there’s no good or bad 
Only the Ultimate seeking to express itself 
Souls oblivious to the wealth
They hold inside 
Oh, what a time to be alive!