Lost

What's the worst thing that could ever happen to you? A terminal illness, a life without hope, a wasted passion? Your beliefs destroyed, your character in pieces? Or death? Let's start from there.

Where do you run to, when you are lost?
Who do you turn to, when you have no one?
Is there a way out for the damned?
Is fear the only truth, hidden after the sun?

Is there a dance that no one watches?
Why do angels kiss, if they sing and pray?
Tears do not buy you life or reverence;
A promise, a river, a lie they all said.

Tell me, silence me, then tell me the truth,
The water runs quick, shimmering and blue;
Nightingales talked of love and killed with arrows,    
Circles of fate, and so many fools.
                               
I'm lost and so are you. I don't know what to do and neither do you. Life is a cruel master and its puppets are bound. They are dancing; drinking in fairytales. Slaves to fate, and to circles of fate. Why do we learn? Why do we yearn? Just to fall as prey.