Grey days drifting away
White clouds going astray
Blue sky and a gold sunray

Can you see a future in
the present?
Can you see the past
in my eyes?

Weariness lays, a heavy
smothering blanket
whos neutral hues
of Shadow and Shade,
stifle all initiative.

On windy days like these,
when cold winds bite
the careless skin of
talking heads who’s
names I can’t seem
to forget,
good and evil
Sin and virtue
Are not concepts,
do not exist.

Crocodile tears
shed in vain
when lies run
like milk and honey.
Honesty smears the line
between friend and foe
And enemies smear the line
Between truth and lie.

contrived optimism and fiercely
protected ignorance
continue to distinguish
one who’s false
light, gives a
bad name.

Bitterness, the sweetest
poison, runs
freely on my tongue
I don’t care
I don’t care
with my freedom
I will run.

                AcB 3.6.98