What my mind says to me.

Standing in a grey space,
Longing for a beam.
To take me away
And a gloomy face,
While breaking breaking the misery,
And paradigm
Of knowing the truth,
But still lying.

Oh let me rise,
Above clouds and dust,
Of hatred and lie,
And of mistrust.
Show me the path,
Of an Incessant lust,
Of fame, of goodwill,
Of a good earned glory.
And become for others,
A never ending story.