Freefall

Clarity comes and goes like a prize to be had Fleeting moments of happiness, hours spent sad To seek its return brings sorrow as goodness turns bad Contentment seems lost in the past or in dreams that I’ve had . Searching for all you’ve not got can be labelled as greed Live for the moment, not questing for all that you need Desire to be all that you can flickers dimly, in deed Emptiness quenches the flow, no emotions to bleed . Pages of script from a book as you dance to lifes tune Faith has no hand for to play like the cast of a rune No patron nor matron to guide you, no silvered spoon Lost in the Sands of Time obscured by the dune . Will faith play a hand will it colour the choices you make Do the cries of the damned forever expand in their wake Is hope yet enough to sustain you and all you forsake Will faith quell the flames from devouring you there at the stake . Where did it go wrong life seems as fickle as Hell And how will it end God only knows time will tell Deafened by sounds of despair like the Toll of the bell At the ever increasing sound of your own Death Knell