We go from here
The narrative set
Is a landscape of fear
Turned they have
The normal brain
To be taboo
To feel insane
For questioning
What should be fine
But instead
We walk the line
Of knowing not
Where this will go
Beholden to
The strangest show
Yet on we go
Because we must
No longer sure
If we can trust
Ourselves

Rhyme and Reason
(c) K Wicks