face fate faith
/ poetry

as we walk on
trying to keep ourselves free
from a today’s rage
we’re not sure the way we are
and in our own cage
we’re not even satisfied about the way we want to be

as we judge on
trying to fix our broken rhymes
of our unwritten song
we’re filling up holes in our confidence
there’s something wrong
by pushing this sweet poison in our minds

as we dream on
trying to create some new truth
to replace an old one
we’re trying to ignore some everlasting values
and when it’s all reduced to none
we’ll wake up to realize
it’s we who can’t choose

1981 – for Gert