The Crukster

You're ever in doubt about this world

With eyes cast in deep frown

Wheels of turbulence abound after sweet innocence

But no, not sweet innocence

Just a bright colour



A colour so purposefully painted

Yet will not cover the stain

Nor stop the pounding rain

There is no shelter



There is no shelter for eyes that see

Troubled, stumbling to be but condemned



For to realise and suffer

That is the penalty for you and me

No sound can open their eyes

Nor vision bring reality to gloom and darkness



But don't sit at ease

Though the day is cold

The searing gap may weld

And once again while dew is wet

A bright colour will cover that paint

'Til silence is set

And then once again you can hear hell's heat