Mystery

Must be someone at fault When our love slips away, Surely someone’s to blame When it seems love won’t stay? When you’re feeling its loss But you don’t feel in charge And disaster is all That you find looming large. When world seems to reveal That you’re not here alone And your lifeline’s used up You’ve got no one to phone. Damn, you’ve been here before But somehow you can’t win, And you can’t really see The loss coming from sin. Are there cycles for Love, (Comes and goes like a rose), No real power to last, Seasons all that Love knows? Love itself be at fault Expectations awry, Definition be wrong, Faith in wrong samurai? What if Love is not God, Does He even exist? And Big Bang really all That is found to persist? Well the mystery’s this, It’s true question I swear, How true love can still drown If we’re swimming in air? Brian Johnston September 10, 2015