The Shock Will Fade

Now life is a little unclear.

But you don't really care.

Who has lost everything?

Then left with not a thing.

We'd lick the emotional tear.

Only to realize it was fear.

No venture can calm our dolor.

Grab a bag, drain your bladder.

We have no tents to fold.

But we have hearts of gold,

Behind a voice of doom.

We will face the simoom.

After the deface is paid.

And the haboob a fade.

Life tides in unreliable art.

Must you not stage your part?