Insecurity … 21DEC17
by John Coffee
Why do we think things are so big
When after all they are really small
Putting a label on the normal sane life
Never reading the writing on the wall
Seeing scribbles and incoherent nonsense
Wanting someone to tell us it is all OK
Looking into the abyss of all of nothing
When the sign on the road says, go this way
There is no point traveling to the top
When in the end we are all in the same place
Collecting all the paper and shiny things
Running the short life like the long race
