Its no walk in the park with no lightnnI'm impatient and keen and I'm willing to fight,nnI need help to carry onnnAnd get through this mess that I'm working on.nnWhere do I start, do I finish?nnIs it easy, is it hard, is it right, is it wrong?nnHow many questions am I allowed to ask,nnBefore I fall down and I'm carried along.nnI am reading in the dark of this lighted room,nnThinking of my options that will not begin to bloom,nnIt's getting more complicated,nnBy the minute.nn nnWhen you're looking outside at that tall grey brick wall,nnAnd a bird catches gaze, falls and stumbles, then squalls,nnYou can't help but think of those unfortunate lies,nnThat can bury themselves but will suddenly arise.nnHow many crows must you count and then stallnnMust you think about carefully then lose and so ball?nnWhen lies do arise can you hide them with truth,nnOr do they drift, from me to you?n