When will I be moved

When will I be moved

Spirited away

Taken on a journey

Carried on the back

Of a winged beast

As it soars between heaven and earth

Is the euphoria

Of belief enough to sustain

The hope

Through lean times

When the weight

Of indifference threatens

To drag me down

As half-truths

Offered in appeasement

To still the nagging voice

Of doubt

Become as much a deity

As the rain dance

Will nihilism

Serve to fill a void

Left in lieu of answers

When the music dies

And there is no reason

Only questions

Left hanging

On empty coat hooks

As the wind carries

True believers away

To the tune

Of a Mockingbird

Who sold his soul

For the Moonshine

So say you

Don’t say me.