My words are spoken
every thought identifiable
the preposterous wisdom of folly
etching impressions on cavern walls
leaving minds shattered
I waltz through ecstasy
in fantastic shimmering light
all betrayed
in cynical disbelief
not knowing about faith
just hearing my words
I doubt you’ll listen
but I speak anyhow
I speak on a mere chance
on mere fleeting hopes
that the message be heard
as a remote chance
that somewhere
someone will listen