How do you carry a sparrow's eyes
unless for the pasttime of passed goodbyes?
Say, how do you comfort the children's lies
unless with a dusk of sweet lullabyes?
Inside an unwide comfort zone
I wish to walk this world alone
towards it's end
to dusk, descend..
this life is but another
of millions, so why bother?
The children's lies
the torn disguise
of yet another mother.
And yet; this world is bonkers
come forward - wisdom conquers.