Be Strong

Down the winding tunnels
In search of light
Or a twinkle of it
Perhaps maybe a dream.
Tattered old bags
Beneath the shiny ones
All say the story
Of my delusional journey.
Holding on to twigs
That break every second
A cocktail of reality
With faith and pepper.

Dance of hypocrisy
And a medley of reason
The soup has turned
The pizza burnt.
I have a reason
A sob story at best
Seeking for evidence
One last intervention.
To turn myself around
And preach I was wrong
And sing ‘Be Strong’
‘Be Strong!’