when you’ve played the part most of your life

you tend to believe it’s true

you’ve fooled yourself for so long

you don’t know what to do

seeking sweet peace has been your goal

but elusive it still remains

no one can see your soul as it cries

no one interprets the pain

humanity is sinking into their pit

the quicksand swallows them up

will you reach out? grab the poor soul

and prevent the swallowing of the whole?

donna marie