The moon and the brightest stars are fading away
The skies are getting darker and the children, going away
The ray of light is vanishing down the abysmal corridor
The music of life, slipping away quietly through the silent door..
A voice calls in a mysterious whisper amongst an uglier cacophony
Or is it just me who runs after it in search of promised harmony?
Why do I want myths in lieu of facts?
Why do I smell roses but think of lilacs?
Why do I chase without knowing what I am after?
Why do Iweep in the midst of laughter?
A wave of energy flows through me and it threatens to blow me away
As I forlornly watch numerous unending nights pass into the day
Every day I stare up to the skies and look for an open door
To let me inand show me what I am here for….