Blue moon (The Sad Truth)

Blue moon (The Sad Truth) “It’s like waking up Only when you could have slept Longer to dream of a better life” My eyes see nothing but of the howling wind The desperate pain in my lungs Can’t even hear the voice of my father “Art” is torn apart This earth, these faded walls Have turn into a bleak lifeless Cold chamber Of thoughts, Ideals, freed identity There is a single sigh of relief Where the reign of sun light Is heard in the distant Far off beyond a enclosed field of praction Frail bodies my disentailed tall trees My Locus file pretensions The backward aguish of a man known only by his detrayel Is too many a sum of few? When all is all Regretted and laid down to rest On a grave Of dreams & Li”lie”s???.......