THE DARKNESS IN LIGHT
There are bigfoots in my head They seem to love what I dread I have cried and bled but no one cared I am becoming what my fear has bred I have fed caution to my demons Now they show up for no just reason Dancing, both in and out of season The doom looms, no need guessing There is a serpent by the tree of knowledge We will eat thereof and change our page There is a birth-right and there is a porridge We will give up our rights for a cage For every deed there is a proportionate wage There are more sides to this coin than two Your picture depends on your view We sometimes swallow whole when we bite more than we can chew We were moulded from right but now wrong is no longer new In every walk, we make the right and the wrong steps In every beautiful art someone sees the wrong stripes