Tomorrow's Madness Becoming
As darkest nights
become darker
As still air
begins to suffocate
As no light
offers blinded foresight
We embrace our inner betrayal
We convince ourselves
so much is insane
we are left but to crane our necks
look once again
over our shoulder
and ask...
what happened?
So says the child watching from a distance
the one we left behind
the one gripping tight to Innocent's hand
hoping another lost dream
is not tomorrow's madness becoming
be shaken, it may be the only redemption but
we must act on its prod...actually DO something..
we're almost overwhelmed, so enough already
fight on, Odin, i'll try and fight alongside
john
The contrasts of innocence and experience seems somehow tinged by a cynicism which threatens to over-ride rational thought, but otherwise this is a sound censure of all that is, including the so-called absence of light... bleak oversight, indeed.
Ron