Listen to your heart,
and tell me the truth,
The storm cloud lingers,
waiting for you.

The piano is broken,
the rose has died,
will there be a phoenix,
or just an untold lie.

The rain pours,
like blanket of tears,
another mistake?
Or finally a truth?
The horse broke free,
the cart rolls downhill,
A coffin can be seen,
With the name I gave my soul.

To quote Queen,
“Is this the real life or is it just a fantasy”
Or is life the Matrix
even The Truman show?

What does the future hold,
will you look into your crystal ball,
Does the piano play again,
or does the Raven call?

© 2016, Bryan Deakin