Inside the Head

I have something to say These days I don’t pray As painters paint the sun grey The waters don’t caress the bay. Light or dark whatever we follow With gay faces hiding minds hollow Tranquilizers seem best to swallow As the world looks fine and mellow Lovers don’t vow each other’s trust Love is driven by the wing of lust As flesh and bone dissolve in dust It is better to live as metal-cast The fog, the mist, inside the head Destroys the sleep while in bed Men becoming so power-fed Deep within we all are dead