No one else knows
what really happens
at the moment of death
Well I suppose
we may imagine
that we'll take our last breath
but where our soul
goes from there
is really anyone's guess
Once there was a gnome
who was far from home
He decided to roam
to inspire this poem
Masks are spooky,masks are weird
Sometimes masks are even feared
Masks are worn to hide the truth
seems to me they're so uncouth
We're all here for a reason
whether we know it or not
so let's all be decent
let's not spoil the plot
Stay out of the way
or help when you can
whatever's underway
is no match for a man
I don't know where I'm going
not too sure where I've been
the only thing I'm knowing
the road ahead looks dim...
Courage and loyalty go hand in hand
with all it means to be a righteous man
Who's to say what's a myth and what isn't
Truth is often stranger than fiction
so I guess it is my mission
to say that a muse provides composition
to creativity's exhibition and commission
I must trust my intuition to expose this condition
A true secret can never be told
for in the telling you break the mold
So how can I tell you about a secret
I really think that it's best to keep it
We all hear what we wanna hear
instead of what is said
so missed communication's clear
It's all inside our heads