When Nonsense Is Sensible

Lingering near the rabbit hole, tryn' to be like Mona Lisa,

while mad hatters stand in line, to guard the door.

Abiding by the lessons, recapped by Mother Teresa,

trying hard to recall now, what it's all for.

Communications halted as cell phones replace companionships,

sensual touch long gone, left solely to produce.

The struggles make the man, so, display a stronger upper lip,

if we turn back now, then tell me, what's the use?

Tell me that the sky is black, and I might well believe you,

I can no longer see the forest burning through the trees.

We've taken our toll on the earth, awaiting a new break through,

and press record and watch, as we crumble into the sea.