It Must Look Pretty Appealing

the wheat waving next to you is healthy

and so fine as is dinner with your

loved-ones every day,

but your routines is changeless

through the decades of your life

green pastures open spaces holy ways,

and it must look pretty appealing,

the acres of lights,

the crowded festive nights

and the millions of others just like you,

it must look pretty appealing,

this other world of sin,

we keep dreaming of what other people do

the person sitting next to you

is dismal and deranged on the bus ride home from

work to end your day,

and the food on your table is more

plastic than protein,

and your intellect depends on your TV,

and it must look pretty appealing,

the pastoral retreat,

the folks on old main street,

and the few pleasant people

just like you,

it must look pretty appealing,

the simple way of life,

we keep dreaming of what other people do,

but we never do what other people do,

you're too scared of other people

not like you.