We all feel it
we don't talk about it
we don't discuss it
we're Leary we don't trust it
we've tried it before
that's why we don't buy it anymore
this old news is worn out
like old shoes stuffed with paper
socks get soggy when it rains
it falls on us all
narrow
wide
big
small
still we do not belong
we are like Uninvited Outsiders
feeling small like sliders
we look at each other
we smile for a while
thinking the same thing
there are no clouds
so how can We complain
pretending that everything is sunny