I live in a vortex of mystery.
With shadows of the Cresent moon.
Riding my ride to an unknown tune
whirling towards sand dune.
I cover myself in the sand
Sometimes I uncover, and walk on land
I see the horrors, the soul in pain
A brother by a brother slain
I see lives ending themselves
Thinking who would hurt thyself
Was not this cruel journey enough
To trouble you, breaking the most tough.
I see greed is now a holy Creed
There's only thyself to feed
A word forgotten, good deed?
To soul, to truth they don't heed.
Questioning myself what is this place
After all the struggle, there's no happy face
They bounce they run, and die keeping up the pace
Still at the end no one wins this race
Everything will end
The strongest of prides will bend
Your money not will a hand lend
A truth, a destiny no one will wend
When death comes, and takes your hand
And you'll be a property of unvisited sand.
I live in a vortex of misery.
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC
I live in a vortex of mystery.
With shadows of the Cresent moon.
Riding my ride to an unknown tune
whirling towards sand dune.
I cover myself in the sand
Sometimes I uncover, and walk on land
I see the horrors, the soul in pain
A brother by a brother slain
I see lives ending themselves
Thinking who would hurt thyself
Was not this cruel journey enough
To trouble you, breaking the most tough.
I see greed is now a holy Creed
There's only thyself to feed
A word forgotten, good deed?
To soul, to truth they don't heed.
Questioning myself what is this place
After all the struggle, there's no happy face
They bounce they run, and die keeping up the pace
Still at the end no one wins this race
Everything will end
The strongest of prides will bend
Your money not will a hand lend
A truth, a destiny no one will wend
When death comes, and takes your hand
And you'll be a property of unvisited sand.
I live in a vortex of misery.
