Lost Man Part 2

Beneath the waves of solemn grey. Invisible eyes wait patiently, Whilst the mind paupers a soft religion The Fisherman`s dance. A scared vision. Hopeless dreams in cracked mirrors – the pain. Numerical factors – the “minorities” they say! It`s not funny anymore. She`s taken lives. She pulls the strings. A nation divides. And I bend over backwards. The Fractions and factors. The Inky black and modest blue. Now the spotlight fixes. Its face on you. Judgement day, And all too soon. Let`s have some fun, Left - bible, Right - gun. The humble man. Afghanistan. Turns white with fear. Lost man. The homeless man, Kicks the can Gives up his fight Lost man Depths beneath the fluid sand. A hidden city You can`t understand Glistening windows stand through clouds that gloom. 100 floors up. The sun is rising. At Midnight - Afternoon. The floor. The carpet. No clock on the wall. The silence. The view. No end to it all. It's sad. It's peaceful. It's inevitable, A highlight! One ceiling light. At Midnight Afternoon.