one day i awoke
realising to whom it was i spoke
when in my bed i lay
while my mind went off to play
as i fumbled in the darkened drapes
grotesque mockeries of the human soul
are we but hairless apes?
in a world that has gone cold
tomes of books i have yet to write
so many battles i refuse to fight
why do we need to hear our own voice speak
when we are not all that unique?
realising to whom it was i spoke
when in my bed i lay
while my mind went off to play
as i fumbled in the darkened drapes
grotesque mockeries of the human soul
are we but hairless apes?
in a world that has gone cold
tomes of books i have yet to write
so many battles i refuse to fight
why do we need to hear our own voice speak
when we are not all that unique?
