Under the Radar

We all feel it

  we don't talk about it

we don't discuss it

we're Leary we don't trust it

we've tried it before

that's why we don't buy it anymore

this old news is worn out

like old shoes stuffed with paper

socks get soggy when it rains

it falls on us all

narrow

wide

big

small

still we do not belong

we are like Uninvited Outsiders

feeling small like sliders

we look at each other

we smile for a while

thinking the same thing

there are no clouds

so how can We complain

pretending that everything is sunny