I
lost my nerve gave it away, tried too many times
It
is the quiet ones that have the most to say
Magnificently manifesting magic veiled from
the masses
Nothing
can be proven to finger plugged ears
With
all your political correctness you must have forgotten your own reflection
Do not believe the
dogma you breed, live and feed
Life
becomes a lie
High
beneath these lonely trees
Spirited
in hiding, inebriated abstinence can’t ever last
The
road untold is the one to choose
To
never believe is never to lose.
To miss
the point is to find another
A stepped on word, chewed and spit
becomes another
One in the same is the difference in
all
The days are all numbered and hang on
the wall
Pointlessly pricking, feeling no
pain.
Keep inching closer to living in vain
Cliché is Cliché,
Not too many needles hide in the hay
A world of mirrors can be hard to escape.
Memories become confused
Never to forget life is lived by the
abused
To all the rest it’s hell in a shell,
blindly leading the way
Squeeze the truth make it last.
Distribute it equally for the future’s past
A seed in the soil nurtured will
grow. With roots of wisdom and leaves of knowledge, the world deserves to know.