Lyrics
Falling
A sudden change of atmosphere,
frosty grey and altered mood;
darkened rooms, secret dread
of still-born life and loneliness.
Stirring breezes chilled with autumn's
numbness fill the leaden air.
No birds are heard;
their music quelled.
I search within-
there's nothing there.
They sky can offer no relief;
blue is just a memory
of brighter times and warmer ways,
forgotten joys, golden days.
Dry leaves cling to fantasy
of evergreen eternal life
as in the wind they're tossed and teased
and lose their fragile hold and fly
across the air into the sky
to settle on the earth and die.
Why Talk at All?
Reaching at nothingness, nothing responds to us;
spiritless wanderlust, we've lost our way.
Words emerge pointless, empty and meaningless;
why talk at all when there's nothing to say?
Friends whom we thought we knew no longer know what's true-
some don't know right from wrong, or so it seems.
Falling down rabbits holes, fighting off vicious trolls,
brainwashed by othering, falling for schemes.
Amazed at the maze we've made, we cannot find our way.
Thought is enslaved, hobbled by fear.
Birth begets seeds of death, life dreads its final breath;
All things race to their end, then disappear.
Lost in strange energies, tossed by a frigid breeze;
our conversations no longer take flight.
Hope is a meteor dashed on the desert floor;
Now there is darkness where once there was light.
Searching, we do not find; seeking we fail to see,
whitewashing histories, neutered and tamed.
Confused and befuddled by twisted realities,
we lack the courage to turn the next page.
Amazed by the maze we've made, we cannot find our way.
Thought is ensnared, friends live in fear:
Hopeless and lost at sea, drowning in misery,
The old ways dissolve, blurred by our tears.
The present has been replaced, our history may be erased;
dreams built on shifting sand, may disappear.
Birth begets seeds of death, life dreads its final breath;
May there come a time when we find a new way.
Consigned to stupidity, dulled by hypocrisy,
false religiosity, corruption and greed.
Is there something we can save? Can hope make a brighter day?
We'll work it out when there's something to say.