oh well... enjoy
Hiding in between the talking waters,
looking at the bleeding skies,
I seem frightened from my calm conscience.
Why is that?
Finding no answer in myself,
the wind wispers in my ear
a truth all to real in our existance.
"We must be stupid," I say to myself.
For it seems everything was given to us
yet apparently we don't have anything at all.
The tides become low
and I must stand in the heavy sand.
Truth lays before me and I can only go forward.
I see the darkness coming all is bleak...