why do people complain
when all in all we are insane
what will light the flame
or shall we play the blame game
falling apart at the seams
with wretched ill faded screams
vanishing salute to freedom
as the church choir streams
I stare to the madness, I see just my pain, it staring me back, drowning me in the sadness...
My tears flow, blinding me, just for vain, for no reason, my mind falling to the emptiness..
. I stare in the mirror, once again, I see my eyes, I see mirrors of madness...
Pond, lonely moonlight reflecting from it, I look how the wind is altering the surface...
Figures of moonlight shiveringly playing in the pond, glittering, modifying, multiplying, imitating life...
Group of reflections in the surface, raging wildly, spinning and swinging...
One lonely spot of light, far away from others, quivering forgottenly, slowly dying away...
 
onto the needful all is needy
onto the greed all our greedy
left in quaint apathy where we expect to be
I see mirrors of madness
tossed with a salad of brevity
we are living in a world of the make believe
what are we most willingly to achieve