As we fall so shall we rise where the truth became the lies and the blue that I saw was not the blue deep in your eyes but the shadows that played underneath azure skies where judgements like wine flowed from the vine and the pillars of palaces wrapped in pearl necklaces came tumbling down. In the time of nothing and plenty where nothing sufficed and sacrifices were made upon the altars of Gods we no longer prayed too and the blue that I saw was not there any more but had challenged itself to turn grey.
This was another day that I sat and waited for inspiration to come Grey no sun, just grey where the lights fade away and the colours wash dry and the cry that tries to creep out from my parched lips is stripped of its sound and no sound issues forth but a grunting (pig that I am..of course) Then in the distance it takes for time to make its movements around the night where the aches and the pain can only be cured by (novo.'co)caine' and in the backlots where hotshots sold cheap goods on the side I slide deeper in the dark and by the lake within the park where the ducks have long gone to the market a song comes to mind, (pack up your troubles in your old kit bag..) and I find it's not that bad it's not that great I can take a little stress so let them try to mess with me and we'll see what we will see when I rise to find the blue becomes again the colour in your eyes and the shining from your face is the sun set in another place..yes the day has come once more the day that I once read about and swore it was a fairy tale. Thus again the light shines upon the madness of our times and I for one am glad that today it doesn't seem so mad but we shall see.