Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

The world almost blew itself up in 1983.
Two hotrods raced down a country road
at each other, and missiles were pointed.
Just kids and generals on a Saturday night.
We'll never know how close they came,
and we have no idea how serious those
decorated military geniuses took WW3,
or how drunk grunts got on their watch,
but it turned out okay, and the sun
didn't care one way or the other.

boys daring each other
dangling our lives as if they don't matter

boys and mobsters, gangsters and various dinosaurs under the proverbial coming asteroid.

(Sorry to be so negative on such a gorgeous day.)

all we can really do is try to balance That reality with
all of our beautiful sunny days when we are healthy

So true. And if That (other) reality ever reaches "critical mass," then did those missiles ever really exist?