Defined

2 He said, “When evening comes you say, ‘It will be fair weather, because the sky is red,’ 3 and in the morning, ‘It will be stormy today, because the sky is red and darkening.’ You know how to judge correctly the appearance of the sky, but you cannot evaluate the signs of the times.

If I did not know any better, I would like to state the end is near

Although today I may groan in the birth pangs of a new beginning

A defined destiny that splatters common sense that’s seldom here

Towards smithereens of moaning in the detrimental game of spinning

One moment here and then gone as the mind slips into faking

How is it possible that reality so often changes like watercolors?

Appearance always is overdone as giving loses out to the taking

As now it seems improbable to change voices as they louder holler

Dreams or super-nuttiness that everything will be alright

Everyone will be happy on the coming Day of Judgment

Gone then all the loneliness for the simple and the bright

And for all mommies and daddies residing in their fleshy tents