There was once a center to the world.
You could tell by the way you could feel
Being on the peripheral.
Sometimes a little tasty trip
Could take you nearer
With smart lights and
Dangerous attractions
Surrounding those pits
So deep and final
Well, I can say that the fog has cleared
Now there is no helpful illusions
The starkness of the day is obvious
Though it is as soft and inviting
As a cinder block
The solidity and unforgivingness
Makes up for the little
Crushes and scrapes
There is a general sense of Oh Shit
Just said under the breath
Like a little prayer before bed
Except this one is neither
Asking or Hoping
Instead, just bracing for the Hit
