No Delusion

The truth is hard to understand.
The world holds you in its hand.
Invisible, the powers reaching out
and into you. Dwelling deep
inside the mind, in channels
where the dark will find its way.

Fear turning into paranoid illusions.
Near, the ghostly feel is no delusion.
The spirits speak, their knees grow weak.
Hearts beating out of reach of their command.
The truth is hard to understand sometimes.
We keep on walking, though our eyes are blind.

When a sudden stretch of endlessness
awakens primal motive in the mind.
Fight or flight? The faint is real.
There's nothing left we can appeal.
The truth comes out, no matter what we find...

? Michaelette ?

5/8/2003
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