Bare World

Bare World

I can and will not be forsaken

My mind controls and confuses anyone

The premise of my argument confuses speeches

A vernacular, adopted by some

Into the hearts and minds of those who worship,

A renewed clarity restores the day

But they drone on with frailty and no purpose

These images designed within the clay.

Their harbored thoughts are my indulgence

Behind closed doors their humanity speaks

 I act on stage to portray their truths

A fiddler on the roof is what their madness seeks

Aghast, mouth agape, they point and stare to direct your lives

And those worthy to deny their claims

My aim’s to confuse and control their minds.