The overwhelmed face more than they can take.

The clown car’s screaming downhill with no brake.

There is no sense of what is real or fake.

The multiplicities embrace no common theme.

Is life a cabaret, or maybe just a dream?

Without the senses, sensing nothing is as it may seem.

Death alone can turn us into something like a team.

The fires of winter turn eventually to hails of spring.

And nature redefines the nature of what it can bring.

Of days of old, like solid gold, so simple, we now sing.

These days we graze, we praise, but we don’t understand a thing.