Faith drags me along like a reluctant puppy,
Chaffing badly around the collar,
Ignoring my questions concerning destination
Or the roughness of the pavement.
It ignores my whimpering,
My terror of the unknown.
How out of fashion it is
To acknowledge things falling apart,
My helpless lack of control
In our national dream of manifest destiny.
I do not subscribe to the notion of conspiracy
Just to give me the false comfort
Of knowing what’s going on
And who’s to blame
My misguided dream of a successful life
Is falling apart.
Life is what it is,
No Illuminati calling the shots,
Just all us schemers doing our best
To get buy.
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