With someone special,
Who came along,
Then, no longer alone,
In a cold, disenchanted world
Where more hate than love,
Is so sadly served.
In me,
Locked in perpetuity,
Feelings that have no name,
But that are feelings
Just the same,
That have been cried to the Seas
To the white peaked waves, with ease
But never to the right one,
Who might have understood
The burden of the Lone Voyager,
Going thru life alone,
As illusions kept melting,
Under the burning Sun.
Loneliness devours towers,And there is no place to hide.
And when they go,No place to go,To recuperate,Such Love.
Happiness, does existBut is it not, just aboutThe most looked for,Overrated, Fairy TaleThat in our HistoryExists?
But take pity on those who tryTo prove those lies are not true!Or try to stop their ascension to power.Scaling up, upon the walls of time,Sadly, the inevitable ivy climbsAnd so do non truths,Invested in promoting scandal’s delugeBenefiting those who seek Power,To put it to bad use,And commit all sorts of atrocities,From their political Tower.
They lie like LoonsOn lunatic Moons.And we have to payThem for THAT? ?
I really cannot visualize,A world without Artistic Ties.
