I find myself chair bound
No ailment keeps me put
Work keeps me from moving foot
My cats in place of hound
At my side they ask of me
Is this too life as we see
I have a thousand questions in mind
A database of answers with no find
Slow the Surreal takes hold
Our future we are trying to mold
Watching events play out in fork tines
Nothing has happened as we lay lines
Still panic and stress find home
As we are not left to roam
If it all fell apart today
How would we find the way
To truth when it is obscured
Leadership’s definition is blurred
Where am I supposed to turn
My life and home have not burn
Will my strength last through
Where the end gives up no clue
There is only steady advice in antics
Repeated in fiction and fact “Do not Panic”