I Would Tell ......

I would tell my truth, but what if illusions are only what I see?

I would tell my sins, but what if white is all what I can be?

I would tell and tell again, but what could it change about me?

I would tell, but I know those lengthly words can't set me free.

I know, yes I know, those roads of fate branching out like an old tree,

I dream, yes I dream, those days with the sun by the side of the sea,

I care, yes I care, those loads I lift alone and brought me on the knee,

I love, yes I love, those wise ways I leave behind on that chasing spree.

Those grains, in the hour glass, slipping away soundless,

those dreams, in the blue sky, wondering around aimless,

these steps, upon a darkened path, tripping over shameless,

that voice, in a void space, shouting aloud tireless.

And again, I would tell, in hopes that might change the days,

thinking about those cries, all those arrogant self-righteous ways,

I try to knock off those walls, take a risk on a million mays,

but again, who knows, I might have lost it, one of those strays.