The falling it doesn't hurt
And the tears just don't fall;
As the lights go out on the brightest day-
The nature of paths that force you to pray,
As the demons subliminally lurk
Daring you to stand up tall,
The forces of a surreal theatre,
Enable visions from all sides of the equator-
Hints of madness or signs of the true reality?
The realities of being alive divert-
Twisting truths all and sundry,
Shattering notions of an only way;
Stealing all the numbing comforts,
That protect against the carnage of it all-
Keeping the insecure on a constant alert.