Moment Of Doubt

Wrestling with pessimistic ways
Rebuilding life from the ground up
Beneath the surface conflict sways
Drinking secrets from an empty cup

Tempted by some shallow existence
Walking down a blood painted street
Shadows crowd us with persistence
Into the cafe where monsters meet

Timid patterns lead to catastrophe
Flowers plucked from a lonely vine
Death lends itself to an apostrophe
While the mystics get high on wine

Politicians infest the local sewers
Ready to accept their next handout
Using slight of hand maneuvers
To produce this moment of doubt