The Stars were Misty
The stars were misty
In my days of innocence
where imagination explored possibilities
The stars are no longer misty
in my days of gray
where I've passed through the internal turmoils
of civilization and its illusions
burdened by being a pawn in the war
between the concepts of good and evil
Frightened that the universe
is no more than what I see, as I move closer to death
and realize faith is a tool, stained with the blood of millions
a collector of treasure, dressed in a disguise of deception
I cry for my ignorance and the souls lost in religious wars
I cry for the fate that awaits me
and the mask I wear to my grave
Where I'll pray...that the universe is more than what I see
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2025
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