Heather has a Bachelor's Degree in English from Moravian College and has been freelance writing for more than 12 years.

Lost in a flood of logical uncertainty

Only thing known to the untrained eye

That Route 66 currently lead to nowhere

Feet walking on solid ground in no clear direction

Unsure if the sky is blue or just a trick of the mind

An optical illusion meant to placate the masses

Into a docile shell of its former vibrant self

Mood more unstable than the Richter Scale

Unsure how it will rate from one hour to the other

One minute an extra in a Judy Garland musical

A Lifetime movie of the week sad sack the next

Legs twitching for no apparent reason

Could be nerves or the final short circuit blowing

Nature's internal circuit board for good

When that happens, run for cover

It's unknown what the damage will entail

Best to find shelter from the storm

And wait to see what the final count is

Before making a public appearance

The aftershocks and the internal hangover

Enough to derail anyone from commuting anywhere

Stay home and avoid the mess

It's much safer that way.