Ode To Bedlam

Ode to bedlam fantasy lost its way
Trudge through resistance
Rows of deadwood patterns of yesterday

If there's any faith when morning comes
I'll take a message from above

A kneeling child along the road
Repeating verses from the olde
A bitter message from above
A bitter path I know

Can anybody face the unknown
A solitary place to go
Pressure mine

An existential zone to stimulate the tone
Insidious in frame

Ode to bedlam fantasy gone astray