The familiar
Don't you find it interesting,
that passing glance to the familiar?
Driving past an old friend's house
and glancing in the window.
Human nature always seems
to hold on to what we know.
When the dark of the unknown gleams,
our fear leads us back home.
What would you call this age old mystery,
the hungering for surroundings we know?
Maybe it's our insecurity
that lets this fear our instincts own.
Wherever you may find yourself,
in the dark of an imperfect world's shadow.
Just keep your eyes on the goal,
a place of your own where fear is unknown.
