We seem to be living Upside Down,

Digging in the SandOf Time,Trying to find answers,To those secrets thatHave neither reason nor rhyme,All lies in suspense,Theories, Opinions, Data,And yet, even with this Doubt,We still Want to Know,What it’s All about.

And the look in your beloved eyes,That speaks to me always,And then to realize,That were both so lonely,Drifting apart with open arms,That never come together,In the ultimate, most desirable embrace,That never takes us to our state of grace,For we have never even met, face to face.

The love you cannot have.The Sun,Sings songs of loveFor others,But not for thoseSadly livingUnder the shadowOf One.

Oh Love, how you console,The lonely, weeping soul,That for you only lives,And cannot wait,Its never ending love,To give.

In the flowering budsOf early Spring!An awakening,A Renaissance,From ashesTo burning fire.

We are witnessing today,The guillotining of Truth,Honesty, thrown off the roof,The embezzlement of personal proof,Our accountability,The success of ‘ignorance is bliss’.And Lies are just a snake’s hiss.Is it All worse Now?Or has It always been like this.