Dangerous Times

We’re just children living in a bubble of time
Trying to keep our stride on a razor thin line
Without ever losing our minds

We have no history except the past we’ve made
We’ll see no future but from decisions we make
Or maybe the hand of fate

Strange times
Dangerous signs
Entertained and entangled
Enraged and unraveled
Perplexed and bedazzled
Enshrined and untrammeled
Intertwined and dismantled
Strange times
Dangerous minds

Will we never learn from the old errs of our ways?
Forgetting the hard lessons from previous days
Wandering lost in a haze

Choosing to ignore what’s right in front of our eyes
Pretending denial will somehow make us wise
Paving the road to demise

Copyright © 2016 Mr. Flying Pig


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