composes are not all that they seem
nothing is all that you can see
I don't know you or what I mean
the perspective of the artist is always free

the mind can play tricks
perception confused
not sure how it works
it's all imbued

life is saturated with the lies
the death of friends
the life of death
a means that had no ends

when things collide
the world does halt
they don't realise
it's not deaths fault

there's nothing to see
phantoms are not real
what they think in can be
will not bring what will heal

if you miss the point
and never do learn
then it's all wasted
and once again will come the burn

ignorance kills
and the king of fools
follows blindly his people
for which revenge drools

it may be bad
in so many eyes
the extinguish of thousands
but everyone dies

the path is covered
the way unclear
some help from above
may show the way to veer

nothing compares
and everything the same
it is all connected
even if that does sound lame

perhaps he should care
after all they say they do
even if the sight of it's lost
if said, it must be true

giving in is not the best
they push me too far
for good or for worst
fall below the bar

supposedly caring
disapproval reigns
what to do for or against
keep above water wracking my brains

focus and shut
the eyse tight
breath in breath out
hope you get it right

muscles tense
the future so clear
you can't have me
through the running in the rear

waiting for the click
and then the blast
to free fall in power
it can not last

what is done brings pain
what isn't does also
keep my mouth shut
try to go with the flow

training and lifting
nothing satisfactory
yearning to acheive
what's probably a story

made up by the hopeless
they want to believe
a father does care
it's hard to conceive

that path is diffucult
the guilt trip is free
walk a thin line
this life's not for me

but must keep on going
it's not that tough
keep on treking
through smooth and rough

the emotions are blurred
words are not real
what is felt is unknown
it's what they're trying to steal

ripped away a piece at a time
slowly it shrinks
what it is isn't clear
empathy he thinks

nothing is certain
except I am wrong
and not right either
so just say so long

the mind is a puetrid thing
it thinks and claculates
no thoughts actually happen
left behind no one waits

sluggish and slow
meanings contort
oxymorons are previlant
and they all consort

plotting against me
paranoia isn't fun
sayve me from myself
and get my work done

when I am done
I can finally go home
and maybe just maybe
I will no longer be alone

all of them here
have problems abound
wish I could help
but heroism isn't found

why is it then
that it's thought I'm trying
I don't see any help
to myself I am lying

but what is the truth?
imfortunate that nothing is certain
it is all an illusion
the veil must be lifted or we are hurtin'

pray for the strength
as the worlds crumble
to keep flying
while debris does tumble

don't get knocked back down
to the cold hard earth
stay up find the happy
find what is must be worth

keep on going
learn from the past
this road must be traveled
make the rough go by fast

the Lord can help
it it's his will to carry
rest your tired wings
sleep and be merry

-David
9-11-02, 11:12 PM





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