Some thoughts sometimes may
Seem to be tinted in black and grey
Fed by our derisory hope and illusion
And things that throw us into confusion.
Things that we seldom talk about
Like true emotions
And feelings beyond doubt...
Beyond pride, recognition and glory,
The last question at the end of the story,
Remains "how about running away?",
Despite the fear of going astray ...
Some nights sometimes may
Seem to be not black enough nor grey
Fed by our spleen and something like
A tear dropping from a fading candle light...