I know not where to look or stand

I know not where to look or stand;
All sides insane and full of madness.
I reach for footing; find just sand;
A world of sameness; beigely bland.
How ’bout a break from all this sadness?
I know not where to look or stand.
This week was not the one we planned;
Much sooner frolic in a “glad mess”…
I reach for footing; find just sand.
Gave peak performance; critics panned.
Life is assaulted, halted, bad… yes…
I know not where to look or stand.
Sniffing flowers in a wasteland;
Is it wrong to seek a tad bless?
I reach for footing; find just sand.
Away with weeping – life is grand!
We’ll all pretend there is no badness.
I know not where to look or stand…
I reach for footing; find just sand.