The Parade Before My Eyes

The parade before my eyes

Appears to be never-ending

If seeing is believing

Why go on pretending?

All that pauses before my eyes

Is not all it appears to be

A harmless sight exposed to light

Is often dark and deadly

Like the advance of a noxious gas

Hiding in the breeze

I didn’t see it coming

As it drove me to my knees

I never saw it coming

Though my eyes were open wide

I didn’t see the danger

From looking out but not inside

The parade before my eyes

Continues to march on

But it’s growing less attractive

It’s allure is nearly gone

Keep a close watch on yourself . . .

(1 Timothy 4:16)