Modern Age

Crashing down with brilliant flair
Melancholy moods of most despair

And in the era of heightened sane
Where before outward now inward pain

For in this intermittant spirit lack
Dreams and hopes fade into black

Who among you hides not alone
Hold close thy heart hurt to the bone

Laying veneer to conceal our wounds
Chancing to fate we throw the runes

For chance for faith for love
From fates loft they cackle above

And left to destiny to rewrite
The world trudges on, despite