Tidal waves, in a misty haze
Toss me over, turn me down.
Crushing force, through my doors,
Bludgeons me, into the sea.
Day after day, we’re slowly slain,
No way through, its all blue.
No time to waste, confused haste,
Is all we feel, is all we are.
Trampled, distraught, blind and old,
I see the bearded man unfold.
Creeping death , in pursuit,
He still mumbles , bout his suit.
When? I wonder, How? I muse..
Did we falter, did we lose?
Is this the light, Am I still right?
Is the sun out, or is it still night?
An eagle soars, in the skies
Makes me think, and makes me ink..
Why is it, that a world so free,
Is tied up to a burning tree?
Leaving behind, the world of kings,
On errant paths, a vagabond sings..
“What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare”.
I live to see another day,
And that’s as much as I dare may
Coz In this world of steel and stone..
We are all lost… we are all alone.
