These Days 'Everything' Seems To Be Shaky

We all seem to be needing, Some sort of life support these days. To say nothing is what it use to be, Is an understatement... Made by many of us, Walking around in a daze. Up use to be UP. And being 'down' was easily detected, By those with frowns. But it is hard to say who is swayed, Or who is standing on solid ground. If any validity of that can be found. We all seem to be needing, Some sort of life support these days. To say nothing is what it use to be, Is an understatement... Made by many of us, Walking around in a daze. And delayed common sense, To prevent protected thoughts from leaking. Is perhaps the best defense, For a peace kept to keep that one is seeking. Even speaking these days seems to be a waste. Will eventually be labelled crazed is some way. Up use to be UP. And being 'down' was easily detected, By those with frowns. But it is hard to say who is swayed, Or who is standing on solid ground. If any validity of that can be found around. These days 'everything' seems to be shaky! In a waiting for 'something'... To either be settled. Or disturbingly break.