You can smell it in the air

Taste it in your food

We all know that it’s there

But play it down like a fool

It ain’t a monkey on our backs

It’s not a wrench in the spokes

In fact it’s real easy to forget

That we can’t even tell it’s very much past just being broke

You’ll find it in the nursery

But it’s best seen in the grave

Don’t talk about it in the sanctuary

Don’t want to feel the weight of it today

You can see it in the way we laugh

And in every downcast eye

In very inexplicable thing we do

To protect us from the truth of believing a lie

Show me a man who has pinned it down

I’d like to get in his line

Today I’m breathing, tomorrow in the ground

Whose so powerful to claim to have that locked down for all time?

(C) Justin Isaac, 2009