There is a peace
That the days bring
When the ring of fortune has
drained it's price
And even the muses seek insipration.
Then there is always
The bluster of the wind
And the will of temptation
That can conjure a nation
Free of weary nights
and dour tunes,
I wish I can turn on the TV and hear good news
no bombs or smoke
no deaths before noon.
We slice into an age
that's already broken
Disregarding these shattered times
To rip and wreck and slaughter a dream
Never born yet an entire reality
And if I could draw the scences
of better days
I'd brigthen the shadows
To welcome the rays,
For if
Sound is light
And time was speed
At some point
Or the other
I'd have done a good deed.
In a greed that
Grew to compensate
A lost cause
Like how a world could even be this flawed.
Or what brought the sudden shift in the air.
Who knew a heart could be so bare
Beneath a chest that's always been covered.
If light is a vibration
Then the dark is a rhythm
We undulate to
Forgetting we didn't have a side
Or a way of passage through
And If there was code to my ink
I didn't do my job justice
I can feel the tension in my
head and wrist,
For a group of words
Doesn't have to have a meaning
In order to bring a message
Or leave an impression.
