World Of Confusion

I see a flickering flame of candlelight,
I watch it dance among the shadows,
It's trying hard to stay alight,
Like a one-eyed desperado
Who stands before his gallows.

I see a silver dart of moonbeam,
As it illuminates the passage,
How should this sign be deemed?
What is the meaning of its message?
How should I interpret it's language?

Odds and sods in a world of confusion,
It seems I'm neither here nor there,
But still I enter into the illusion
Of a life without a care,
Where nothing matters anymore.

Nothing changes from day-to-day,
It's just the same old, same old,
And no one has any new news today,
It's all carry on and do as your told,
Harbored within a shiver of cold.

Imposing clouds of impending rain
Herald the start of another dreary day,
Another storm to mock the pain,
Another bout of insanity,
And I wonder who's life is this anyway?

My life is filled with the surrealism
Of incomprehensible non entities,
Brainwashed victims to voyeurism
Vying for a place on your t.v.
For their fifteen minutes of reality.

It's just someone dangling hope on a rope,
Within the formation of pipe-dreams,
A vast panorama without any scope,
There is no reality in a whim.
Only the realization of gloom.

And I watch as time evaporates
With each dull ticking of the clock,
Before each moment fades away
To lose itself among my thoughts,
Held within a memory of sorts.

We are all born into a memory it seems,
Replayed on the great reel of life
Within the illusion of the dream,
Within a single solitary moment of time,
Where everything else around us dies.

For how can you exist in a past that's gone?
Or in a future that has still to come?
We can only exist in a moment of time
Before vanishing in a burst of quantum,
Where tomorrow's already been and gone.

So welcome to my world of fiction,
Where hope on a rope's as good as it gets,
You're in the play, follow directions,
Stumble on through the pretense,
The mockery of existence.