Silent song the sparrow sings
Grey skys with blue between
Weeping sorrow shows thou fate
Wicked dreams of love and hate
Moral conscience hand shall sweep
The voices tend to keep the peace
Now the demons have joined the feast
Torn between right and wrong
Mouth wide open, but no song
A fool will fool himself
A last resort when there’s nothing else
Forever is just passing time
Together not my state of mind
Lost burdens tend to reappear
Solitude never near
Echoing from here to ear
Hands held up to stop the noise
Unable to keep the poise
Unaware how it began
How it came and how it ran
Was it the visions of the truth?
Are they lies, is there proof?
Collision course with myself
Last resort, when there’s nothing else.

Charles Casanova