the wheat waving next to you is healthy and so fineas is dinner with your loved-ones every daybut your routine is changelessthrough the decades of your lifegreen pastures, open spaces, holy waysand it must look pretty appealingthe acres of lightsthe crowded festive nightsand the millions of others just like youit must look pretty appealingthis other world of sinwe keep dreaming of what other people dothe person sitting next to you is dismal and derangedon the bus ride home from work to end your dayand the food on your table is more plastic than proteinand your intellect depends on your TVand it must look pretty appealingthe pastoral retreatthe folks on old main streetand the few pleasant people just like youit must look pretty appealingthe simple way of lifewe keep dreaming of what other people dobut we never do what other people do