Revival
In the melancholy of life
Sense of gratitude eludes us.
When persuading lust becomes our strife,
Posses more and more we must.
Months pass like a swarm of butterflies
Before beds of flowers appear
Beneath the show of laughs and tears, lies
The common question - who is the loser, who the pioneer?
An inevitable ending is already written
Hidden behind the shroud of delusion
With material things we are so deeply smitten
We embark on a spiral spearheaded by illusion.
Chasing things we cannot attain,
When on a drop in the roller-coaster ride
We hold on to the rails of deceit to sustain,
Leaving behind of ashes of the good with every stride.
Finding one's purpose, arduously losing our identity
Tar replaces our blood and our pain
Love and romance, now just things of vanity
We switch off our emotions as jealousy takes reign.
As our skin turns blue, our hearts green
When life becomes a game of survival
The sacred words are no longer what they mean
We are left searching for the lighthouse of revival.
