And I raise this feather
And feel my written words
And I thank and I hear
And drown wholly in you
And the lies of your eyes
And you laugh and so they fall
And as master in the conversation
Your words are wet and empty
And your voice carries no light
nor hope nor truth
only the bridge and the intermediary
for the blindness of this world
So you are alone in me
And I am alone in you
And all think and lose
their spirit in this world
Lost blind - dead
so lost - confused and clear
You think to live for understanding
Determined - reasonably hard
But deep and true - but rather empty
And as a servant of this world
you follow the glaring light of lie
And the colors of true love
You dont feel and see and know
Whipped in dark night
Alone in the rain you awake
The soul burns your heart fades
And you yet not realize
So the sense reacts and errs
In the labyrinth of security
where the search in itself
Where begins honesty?