We're All Nero's

'La, La, La, La, La!'

From my window, I see the neighbor lady undressing--

no, I see the world is in serious trouble; I'm sensing

a restlessness, a vague wishing that something needs 

to change,

exactly what doesn't matter, just something, as long 

as they're out of range

when the repercussions happen, and rest assured, 

there will be repercussions.

And you can't argue with them, it's a very 

discourteous discussion.

I guess in a way, we're all Nero's; playing the fiddle 

while the world burns,

about to make the same mistakes all over again; we 

never seem to learn.

Momentarily we righted the ship, after taking a hard 

right,

but now it looks like our discordant fate fills our 

sight.

The warning signs are there for all to see, yet we are 

blind,

stumbling around in the dark, hoping we run into 

whatever we hope to find