When Demons Conspire

From the Lifesmith Group album, "Prattle."

When demons conspire and abate
the natural flow of events
We hurrily question sages
rejecting our own creed of sense
Mortals search mainly for substance
and rationalize to a fault
Can sugar be truly as sweet
if we know but a little salt.

Smugly content yet severed still
discerning our concealed cast
The present creates the future
upon the backdrop of the past.

Erecting limits of life’s present gain,
souls cry for order from chaos renamed
We desperately dream of paradise unfurled
rapt with the love in our own perfect world
Cradled when feeble we suckle the breast
Life’s holy mother, depression confessed.

So carry you onward a sigh and a prayer
Realize your dreams the wind in your hair
For Nature abounds to heal and cool you
Layout’s arranged, seduction imbued, too
Oft intrigue is found by choosing the groove
With least to believe yet utmost to prove.