Quicksand

It isn't easy growing up when you're afraid of sinking down
Suffocating, anticipating
A deep hole in the ground
Full of quicksand

I thought the wicked twisting fingers of a stormy summer sky
Or the monsters in the water would be a likely way to die
But the danger that consumed me was the thought of drowning dry
Beneath the quicksand
Falling into quicksand

Well I am older, none the wiser, but I overcame the dread
To discover that the fury would ever rage within my head
And I worry over failing in my marriage, in my muse
About the father and the mother I am terrified to lose

I am scared of cruel leaders and a world gone up in flames
And the very troubled neighbors
And the consequence of pain
And it feels like quicksand
Falling into quicksand
Quicksand
Falling into quicksand