Glimpse

Now were at the cross roads
decisions to be made
made by other people
people to be played

play them like a fiddle
music to my ears
if they miss a single note
the cost will be in years

years come and gone
the past is laid before me
the present is fading fast
and the future is behind me

no-one knows the truth
a secret that's well kept
a fortress built within the mind
secure from the inept

read this how you will
interpret as you please
circumstantial evidence
will bring you to your knees

lies that you created
belief in what you feel
but nothing really matters
if what you knows not real

a house that's made of sand
will crumble in the rain
don't understand the point i make
then read this poem again