The Face in the Door ~ Brent Harris

‘Tis a gift to be simple and uncomplicated
|No bartered existence to prove we’re alive
Sit silently, existence within contemplated
No more true separation than bee and hive

Appearances deceive, it’s all grand illusion
Alone, the same centers, edges and middles
So rapid, intricate that we live in confusion
While the chorus relaxes, sings and fiddles

Don’t yell fire, it goes counter to the grain
Might save a life or two, our pattern riven
Save the edifice, but not the people; insane
Bright brick, washed windows, unforgiven

If you would think to change, do so silently
No loud or angry outbursts, posts or tweets
No one’s vaguely interested in your insanity
Now you’re homeless and live in the streets