I do recall there was a day when I realized
the things I would like to say were surmised
by an arrogance I hadn’t quite acknowledged
the whole notion of knowing seemed alleged.
I hadn’t seen the news that day in mid-July
when the fires on the East Coast began to fly
Our world we believed to be free and easy
showed a bit of cracked armor; left me queasy.
I wonder if across the world there’s a guy
sitting in his underwear, fresh coffee nearby
I’m curious if he thinks about anything
remotely close to what it is I’m babbling
I gotta think there is, in fact I’m kindly sure
because whether it be politics or infrastructure
I know that ‘at the end of the day’
he’ll eat sleep and his waste toss away.
Seems we all like to have an adventure, a sort of release
perhaps we might think a loud in some form of lasting peace.