Elaborate Designs

Beyond the curtain, lies a prayer, That you might come upon another way. To find the heart with which to dare, To stow your restlessness away. For all the truth that you may speak, For all your willingness to take the blame. It doesn't help admitting you are weak, When you are weak enough to stay the same. Someday the storm around you will subside, And all your shadows will be lit anew. But you can't fill the nothingness inside, With loving that you never knew. So, pull the curtain, and reveal the lie, Your actions silent, as your words take steer. You were never meant to find out why, Yet you still question why you're here. The morning fails to show the signs, That night will not be spent in vain. You' re sick of these elaborate designs, But they are the only that remain.