An Impossible Cure

Cures don't make money,

as I told you,

'Then why do they keep on lying to me,

With a smile'?,...

Abiding in the spirit of truth

beneath a starry sleep,

...Holding on to that dream that's real,

In the reels of midnight,

I know there's truth,...

Stretching out for that surreal find

vexed in the wake of tribulation,

that never plays the part,..

It's okay my dear,

Don't worry,

For that mile of confusion

must all end well,..

Will they finally guide me

in cuneiform lies of various truths

of pills and hoax...

They don't care

for their souls are dark driven and inviting in greed,

They don't care,

It's all a sham!