The honesty of the dying
Why this make-believe?
As if we had no truth
Of our own
We stumble through the night
The light that used to guide us
Has been extinguished
By misguided belief
If the eyes are made to see
Why is our path so obscure?
I see with my heart
It’s pounding like mad
Does that mean I’m alive?
Pulled down to our knees
Why does no one rise?
The call from the depths
of reason
begging to replace insanity
with humanity.
All the chances in between
Bliss and blight
When our souls are in turmoil
Who’s there to console us
Like a mother does with her child?
I hold on to what I perceive as real
And if it crumbles
Will I worship the shattered pieces?
We have been told
So many stories
Of virtuous knights
But who did they leave behind?