trapped by the clouds
neverending mass of gray
like the thread of thought
that never seems to fade

mesmerized by the sky,
till a flash of red blinds
looking around in amazement
never knowing what I will find

ethereal music replays
like the song in my dream
the mystic prophet says
nothing is what it seems

reflection in the mirror
what will this day hold?
being the cynical creature I am
never believing what I am told

final confrontation
takes place in a misty haze
bloodshed shattering innocence
tears pour freely at the end of the day...