Muddy streets
day and night
moths abound.
Hearts stink
bodies rot
Where to go?
Ah, the world!
Ah, the role
that I play!
Summer sun
scalding winds
rip shadows.
Murderers
enjoy life
No one cares.
How to live
in this land?
where to hide?
Unseen Friend,
will you hear?
And rescue me?
The insanity will it ever cease?
Where to go, when every road's a dead end?
What to do when there is no peace?
Who to call when no one is a friend?
And all the goodness that you dreamed
has faded on life's screen
we are but figments of imaginations
nations divided by congregations
So, who am I but a stranger
lost among the clowns
taking the stage
until they knock me down.
deborah russell - 2002
Who am I mystic moon