So many are scuttling around right before their gone,
Nobody wants to be a Neo more like many of none.
Keeping your head down, not drawing any attention,
The bigger questions never get a grandiose mention.
Assailants shapeshift then disappear into the dead of night,
Believers are always praying that everything will just be alright.
These are unprecedented, totally turbulent and concerning times,
I write about pain and struggle but you only want the money rhymes.