Lie of the Storm

Political/philospical poem - please rate and/or review

Lie of the Storm

Where do we go
when to the edge and back
isn't far enough?
Will the end be bitter
or can we make it better
than it ever was?

Even God says
we are not to conform,
So why do we create
and why do we feed
this storm?
It gives us words
it takes our time,
But theres so much
more worth our while
while we are here.

The storm makes us afraid
to go outside,
afraid to love
even ourselves;
afraid to live
and to die.
We want to make it
to the end,
will it be bitter
or can we make it better
than it ever was?

The storm is creating
a lie that's making
the print so fine
we're all going blind.

We have to stop the lie,
help me stop the lie
the lie of the storm ...
I want to bring back
the rainbow
before its time for us to go.