Can you hear the voices calling your name?
Are you really listening, or going insane?
Do they whisper answers to questions yet untold?
Or intrigue you with visions about to unfold?
Is there light at the end of the tunnel?
Will the rain clouds clear the sky?
Will the sun shine for you tomorrow?
Or will your joy die?
Do good and evil come in equal measures?
Or are the scales always unbalanced?
Does it really matter, what we think or feel?
Are we not just losers to times gigantic wheel?
Sure as summer follows winter
Life will follow Death
Rainbows follow rain clouds
With every living breathe.