Last light. mono framed
Last light. North Berwick ... I have no brushes to paint colour in my life....
Trapped with nowhere to go, so many lives changing beyond their control,
Etching this deep pain in the bottom of one’s soul.
While the string pullers crack their whips,
and in doing so control the ebb and flow…
Could we somehow escape; eventually make our way out,
Us the conditioned, concerned, worried, those filled with doubt.
Most not able to express the way they even feel,
let alone see their loved ones for a hug or share a meal.
Tears not visible, silent screams that no one can hear.
They try to speak but there’s nobody to hear….
Emotional pain, grips during the day and through into night,
Leaving many depleted with no strength to fight.
It’s for our own good our masters chant every single day as our minds get darker just like just like the midnight tide as it slowly slips quietly away ….
…."Give me back my brushes"...I desperately say.....
Last light. mono framed
Last light. North Berwick ... I have no brushes to paint colour in my life....
Trapped with nowhere to go, so many lives changing beyond their control,
Etching this deep pain in the bottom of one’s soul.
While the string pullers crack their whips,
and in doing so control the ebb and flow…
Could we somehow escape; eventually make our way out,
Us the conditioned, concerned, worried, those filled with doubt.
Most not able to express the way they even feel,
let alone see their loved ones for a hug or share a meal.
Tears not visible, silent screams that no one can hear.
They try to speak but there’s nobody to hear….
Emotional pain, grips during the day and through into night,
Leaving many depleted with no strength to fight.
It’s for our own good our masters chant every single day as our minds get darker just like just like the midnight tide as it slowly slips quietly away ….
…."Give me back my brushes"...I desperately say.....