(Poetry) Sin
Sin
Sell
me other dreams
Perhaps
ones in which
I
can believe.
And
I’m watching
As
my rain falls.
And
I’m waiting
For
the veil to disappear.
Sell
me gifts
Of
silver and gold,
Objects
I can feel.
Your
guess
Is
as good as mine
When
it comes down
To
the yesterdays that bind us.
Play
games
With
the other people
Buy
them if that’s what you want
I
won’t try to stop you
But
that doesn’t mean
I’m
still going to be here
When
you stop.
And
I’m watching
As
my rain falls
Cooling
the heat
And
I’m waiting
For
the veil to disappear
So I
can truly see.
But
do I want to?
Why
do I try to loose
When
I could surely win?
Why
live a life shamelessly
When
you can get away with sin.
But
do you want to?
Or
is it only in your dreams.
I’ve
paid for my shadows
And
innocence only confuses my aims
I
chance a look
Into
the rain,
Into
your games,
And
I see your dollars in pockets of friends.
And
I hear the words you said....again.
SIN
By A R J Abranson
04-12-92/19:46
05-05-93/11:48
(Taken from 'Wild Card Symphonies')