In the world each tomorrow brings
I hear the songs the siren sings
It calls my name both loud and clear
What is it that I have to fear ?
Perhaps twill be that I won’t know
The path to take or way to go
Or rather that I may not feel
That all of this is true or real ?
The world I sight with my own eyes
Is full of doubt and much surprise
It’s power is consuming me
Somehow I’m sure I am not free !
Claire V. Bogdanos 