Surreal
The sun goes down, the sky is calm;
The darkness sings its somber song.
A warm breeze stirs the dust and trash;
Witnessing the aftermath.
The hope of day’s false light in hues
Of yellows, greens, greys and blues,
Betrays the truth of what is right;
Scars that are revealed at night.
As wrong as it may seem to be–
To be enslaved to what is free.
And mistaken though it seems,
The truth is nothing but a dream.
