Maga

Waiting on your signal,

Standing proud and standing by

Taking at face value,

Each narcissistic lie.

Gazing through my window,

At the Winter streets below.

Fascists storm the palace,

The modern prime time show.

Every truth conflicted,

Where nothing is so sure.

As a future unimagined,

Untainted, fresh and pure

So many portals,

So many streams.

One denies another

Scorning all her dreams

Try to sing my own part,

Practice every day.

No one cares to listen,

At what I have to say.