"Reality Lost"

(Celtic Moon)

When will the imbecilic and doddering heart learn to let go,

And when will the heart and mind co-exist to both declare no.

When rain drops daggers of fire that sear the killing allusion,
When this girl comes to grips and finds a shady nonsensical conclusion.

But as long as the stars glow infinite via the brilliance of the moon,
Her life will remain a stunned self-proclaimed animated romantic foolish
cartoon.

When will a genuine smile lie upon content forgotten,
And when will soups of the soul un-bind the chains that have already gone
rotten.

But as long as the esoteric music flows onward into the ears of zealous
takers,

Her endowment of true love will flush out all the devilish worldwide
fakers.