Real and not, sane and logical

THINGS TO PONDER by Mary Beth LaBar

Hands tightly at our sides.

Watching rigidly, nearly blind

A sign of the times

A delusion of calm

In the eye of the storm

While an arms length away

Lives despair and dismay

But we walk without seeing

We believe We are safe

We know without acting

We’re fooled by veneer

While an arm’s length away

Lives despair and dismay.

We could reach out

But our muscles resist

For fear that we might

Catch what we see

Just an arm’s length away.

Who will catch you

When you fall?

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