Moods, they are as stormy as the weather that embraces outside
The cold, from isolation, it strips me of my pride
The heart, fuelled by love, running empty, failure to carry on
Journeys to find missing pieces and to get away from depressive bygones
These people, they stare, pulling long faces, distorted to smiles
Keeping up the monotonous pace, to find the glory of banished denial
Cogs of motion are coming to a stand-still, jammed, erased
Maybe, some day, I will receive what I desire and not the same old praise
Fucking speeches, I’m no clown, entertaining the crowd with hilarious tricks
And I’m no fucking politician who conditions people with political promises
This is all, this is what I get, instead of love I get a feeble applause
Turn my back on the multitude, to make use of my contract’s escape clause
Eject this stereotyped crap, forget irrelevance, remember ugly scenes
They always grab my happiness and hang it from deathly beams
Tear drops, NO, that’s the rain, it washes, it cleanses, it revitalises
But it swells up all that accept to undergo destructive autolysis
Suspended, upside down, the blood rushes to drown sober thoughts
Feelings, always deceiving, launched into orbit like an astronaut
Waiting makes me impatient, I feel dirty, disowned and distracted
Making progress through the promotion sequence, education is enactment
Silence, the heart whispers, it say “This is life, this is YOUR life”
Prefer to demonstrate my identity and be ignored and disliked
Like Shakespeare, I dip my quill in life to depict words and verses
TO shake off what was yesterday, those memories of coffins and hearses
Victory, the taste is so sweet but the remembrance fades away too soon
God is the mind-bender, bending this life like a spoon

Peter Grech
22-03-03