Job 21:28-29 

28 For you say, ‘Where is the house of the prince?
And where is the tent, the dwelling place of the wicked?’
29 Have you not asked those who travel the road?
And do you not know their signs?

 

It started

 

On the highway of confusion are quite a few signs

Most of them misunderstood in the twilight of the day

Some not read at all or bypassed by the blind

As all travel in harmony in search of where to play

 

It started in my childhood with an appetite for careless

The only ones to interfere were the adults and the like

They set the rules and guidelines so that the kids would faithless

In their hunger for entertainment have an unending appetite

 

Energy levels are always lost when growing old

Zest for living plentiful on a foundation of assurance

No perception of limitation unless left out in the cold

And then soon forgotten in the presence of affluence

 

Childhood had levels of extended simple purity

Pollution seems to increase by every breath we take

Slowly but surely is the loss of antiquated simplicity

as reality and common sense will be forsaken

 

Wanting to grow up much sooner than is best

Can’t wait for the years to make my own decisions

It seems life’s encounter is precluded in the test

that really does not mean much in precision

 

Jan Wienen