THE INSPECTOR GENERAL HAS DEEMED THIS UNSAFE
flush it down in silence.
drown it out in violence.
when the rain falls down hard
we look to the guidance of our bard.
"sing us your songs of wisdom.
tell us your tales of bedlam.
Inspire in us a sense of optimism
to counteract our bleakest pessimism."
when spirits fail to rule
when our hearts become merely tools,
that is when the end should come.
that is the end for some.
twilight brings us night.
loneliness bears only fright.
losing ourselves in the dark:
running in lost circles around the park.
when days become cold and grey
we will be shown the way.
open your hearts in kindness.
bare your soul in blindness.
copyright © 1994 Matte Elsbernd