Are We All Going Mad
Losing direction is quicker than taking
a deep breath when fear frightens us,
and that's our wake-up call to stark reality;
why do we give more attention to banality
than to God who gives and takes lives?
Why do we follow characters so deceiving?
Are we all going mad giving up sanity?
Let somebody you slap you hard
and quickly snap back to normality;
lay off at once any harmful substance,
keep away from the somber graveyard:
choose life and value your existence!
Drugs are a quick-fix for many indeed,
they impair judgement, don't snort Fentanyl;
it eventually freezes up the conscious mind;
seek God instead and live longer, pal!
The Pandemic is finally over: we are living
without restrictions and feeling freer than birds;
why are we all going mad for absurd reasons?
Isn't our purpose to keep going and thriving?
Some people put the blame on stress, not cocaine
when they hit a brick wall and go totally insane...
then, green becomes blue and red black:
will they die or survive their ship-wreck?
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