Can't carry away the sounds
Wind mixing forever around
Carry my sign
Kiss me goodbye

Say hello
Another world
Another time
Pretending is in the eye of the beholder of self doubt
What's real are patterns of incidence

To tell the truth
Is to be consistent
In actions and behaviors
Not only words

No action but senseless blind words
Are empty of the power they hide in grand painted gold lion statues
Rain will wish away the illusion to reveal the truth
Hypocrisy hidden under lies and shadows