Oh your ways are so set in
And your life is neatly planned
So with the warning wind
I will admonish while I can
There's a mysterious mist
And it frightens to the core
The lack of knowing the future
That no one can ignore
And there's a calculated bliss
While you're lying on the shore
And the mysterious mist
Won't enthrall you anymore
But then the thunder clap will slap you
And the mountains will explode
The floods extend to trap you
And demolish your abode
And the whether will persist
And it will be driving down your door
And the calculated bliss
Won't involve you anymore
by Royce Waxenfelter
1/23/92
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