Reality

Poems go here In the side of your head and out the other ear Just like a gay guy being steadily called a queer You eventually become numb to the same things you hear Tradition seems to be more like a sign of fear People afraid of things that make them shed a tear Who knows where your mind will be in relation to your body in a year When you give Jesus the wheel don't forget how to steer Few things come to mind so crystal clear Like the chilling reality that the end might be near