And this is the new normal?
Can’t we come up with something a bit better?
Create a tomorrow that makes yesterday seem like the Middle Ages
Except some pine for that yesterday
Pulling that familiar close to their bosom
The unknown is just too much to …
Looking for something familiar, some landmark to rattle is memory
Order to placate the chaos inside his head
Still, no matter how much he looked, there was nothing
That was worse than any Hollywood boogeyman ever
Floundering in the fog, looking for anything familiar
Overhead the moon peers down, but she can’t see me
Unable to get my bearings I just decide a direction and march
Nearer to a destination, come what may
Determined to discover where I have been hiding