Is dealing with “not knowing”
Which one of us would board a bus
Unsure of where it’s going?
For fortune’s cord is never straightIt coils, twists and bends
And so it’s up to poets
To identify the trends
When I announce the path I seeYou might think I’ve been drinking
But I conclude our next ordeal
Is clearly global sinking
A bedroom floor’s an open door
A fairway filled with clover
A sidewalk near the Senate
Sees the sinkholes taking over
And oh! The implications!
And they really are profound
You have no leg to stand on
And can’t even trust the ground
They drop you to the poorhouseAnd send your wealth to debtland
When someone from the EPA
Declares the hole a wetland
The soil is getting softerThe crust is clearly cracking
And sure as shoot some institute
Will blame it all on fracking
For me that explanation seemsA little hard to swallow
To put the blame of fraking?
Well, it rings a little hollow
When there’s not much to count onWhen every soul is straying
In times like these, uncertainties
May soon lead more to praying
Don’t let such insecurity and doubtSomehow defeat you
In the words of that old Irish prayer
May the road rise up to greet you.