RAGE
Shout against the descending veil of silence that threatens my soul,
The mindless murmur of existence descends around my shoulders and bears me down in sorrow,
Without a spark to light a path, the way is lost,
Without a siren’s call to show the fool their true goal, opportunity may be lost forever,
Now is the time to rage against it all, to stand firm, make a mark, to challenge the belief of others, who like sheep, bear witness to another’s failings, and like Thomas before, seek not to trust but to doubt, that new beginnings are but a proffered hand, a step up onto the ladder of life,
Self-belief does not feed nor succour when all around is harsh reality,
Yet it retains the spark,
Rage may fan the spark to a flame
And anger fuel the fires of imagination
Lyrick 2018