A Foggy kind of Deeption

Such sweet sorrow is a bitter illusion,

Hard not to spend my days in confusion

Drifting through a world immersed in delusions

When I tell the truth forgive me for the intrusion,

The bridge of waters in time is consumed

But your life as it was will not be resumed

The pain from the past will always be exhumed

Swollen memories of her body so finely perfumed,

The love I need I don’t want to lose

They’re so easily misled by the foolishness they choose

Funny how the one who leaves is the one who will accuse

She was always the greedy one with a short fuse,

Trying to escape by following a river of sound

But I fear I’ll never be homeward bound

Nor will I be the monarch to be crowned

Existing somewhere between the lost and the found,

She needed my love she said from within a cloud

A foggy kind of deception that should have been a shroud

“I thought you said you loved me!” I cried aloud

The fool it seems I am with which I’ve been endowed,

A wall of emotions driving us all into a madness

Haunted by phantoms from the valley of sadness

I’m only mortal I will never solve this vastness

It seems even love is just a form of abstractness,

Therapy for the aching heart medicine for the soul

Another merge into the fast lane of love and rock n roll

Don’t be surprised at the frivolity of opinion polls

Yes we all have that Waterloo, our own grassy knoll.