Light Of Day
I’m living a nightmare, in the light of day;
knowning not where to turn;
in search of truths; to show me the way;
while the passions of past, still burn.
Why has life become complex and vain;
it all seemed so simple, when young;
all we ever hear, is someone complain;
what has this life become?
Love has become more like a game;
only about what we can get;
love we give; is no longer germaine;
leaving all, filled with regret.
The modern world is a kingdom of takers;
with everyone demanding their share;
those that we love; become heart breakers;
leaving only a few who care.
Meanwhile, each day, the nightmare returns;
its intensity, constantly growing;
while, deep within; my passion still burns;
I can feel its love still flowing.
Truth remains beneath a veil; still hidden;
wisdom that very few know;
knowledge that all have been forgiven;
prodigals are here to grow.
In the essence of time; nightmares shall end;
for the prodigals, born of clay;
soon, will the kingdom of God, descend;
ushered in, by the light of day;
Monty 7/5/24. # 2,200