No where to run, hide
The heartbreak I know will come
No where to run, hide
When I lived up north, I read about hurricanes in the south.
Now that I live in the south, I read about blizzards up north.
Living in the east, I read about earthquakes and drought out west.
Living in the United States, I read about the economic trials in Europe.
Living on Earth, I read about rovers on Mars and exploding stars in other galaxies.
I read about these things, but I never think they are going to happen to me.
Optimist?
Head in the sand?
Head in the clouds?
Won’t face reality?
I don’t know.
I do now, I just don’t think it will happen to me.
How many TV sitcoms can I count where the hapless victim stares at the camera and says, “You read about these things but you never think ….”
Almost any other story line and I can escape the heartbreak.
If I was stuck in a hurricane, I evacuate and go north.
If I was stuck in a blizzard, I could go to Florida.
If I was stuck in a drought, I could go back east.
If I was stuck by Brexit, I could leave Europe and go home.
If I was stuck on Mars, maybe a rescue mission would be organized to save me.
The virus is here.
The virus is there.
The virus is everywhere.
Got no where to run.
Got no where to hide.
Baby!
So much heartbreak already.
So much heartbreak to come.
How is this going to end?
Not sure.
When it does, I am organizing the biggest block party this neighborhood has ever seen.
Speakers are going in the windows.
Volume is getting cranked.
Martha Reeves and the Vandella’s are the first group on the playlist.
Not their song, No Where to Run though.
But another one of their hits.
No Haiku For You 