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