Fallen

Although you cannot feel your desire,
Your thoughts spark up like fire,
Your bubble bursts like the tire,
And you fret when the situation gets dire.

You stand on your feet on the moonlight,
You radiance yourself so bright,
You stare at the lost night,
Your remarks remain trite.

Inside the lost bares the few,
The truth shows up but not in two,
You remain the same without a clue,
You stare at the new remembering what flew.

You might remember the lost son,
You get to fright at the lost fun,
You blame yourself for the hot sun,
You cannot choose one that will run.

Remarks touch the roof of the ceiling,
The words of the one man that keeps believing,
Everyone hopes that from him they can be seeing,
Only the ones that feel can be agreeing.

The feelings of the ones that care,
They remain all lost in the air,
One look at them and they remember the stare,
One burning moment and that brings up the flare.

The choices that one will make,
Are the ones that others fake,
You forget to hit the break,
And in you fell to the lake.

The chance to see one self,
The chance of a new beginning,
The chance to see one self,
The chance to stop sinning.