Whispering Muse.

Hold onto fantasy if you dare Ride the night winds over desolations sands Hear the fading voice of the masses The few who chanced all and were devoured Consumed within the flames of selfishness Live in the blessing of daylight That finite moment that can never be held A tempest ravaging without an ending Raging on without entreaty…without reservation Hold onto the truth scratched on the wall Declaring to the one who reads his own deliverance Listen to the song of life slowing Into sweet nothingness ever pellucid Deepened in truth as time marches forward Hold onto fantasy if you choose Drink of its essence upon deaths embrace It’s that undoubting spirit which will carry you onward The respite from solitary pursued throughout life