A Dialogue With Faith

So this is the feeling of being abandoned, the feeling of a ruined apple
Just another day among the lost lives and the sight of the pure white being dappled
Do you think that there is a point, the point which keeps us all going
I guess not; it’s just an illusion - the fear of what we are doing
Oh, I have so much to share, so much to let you know,
But all I have managed to reveal so far is the smallest bit of me, the bit so tiny, so low...
I know its not the best way of telling you the things I feel – oh gee
But it seems I can not reach you when I’m just being simply me
And I find that talking, singing all the points I have to make
Keeps my spine in a more direct position compared to the other steps I take
You think you listen, you think you hear the best words that bring you the tears
But even that is the clearest lie, the one which makes you crawl and die and fears –
The fears that help you to understand that the world just moves all around us
And there’s no new ways to make it stop or pause or obey any other laws that are just not yet to be found of
You really think you can get to me, right? Well I think you should stop dreaming
The plain curtain of dumbled words which pop back from the empty red walls is killing the best feeling of achieving something new and good
What would get rid of the rusty connections between us two?
Oh, I have so much to share, so much to let you know,
Well, if to think of it, I have nothing to say, I just make a great deep bow....