There Is No Love
Marc David Decker © 1989

My eyes are peeled, visibility is clear,
There is no love… not here.
There are promises of love,
Which seem like so much talk.
The chatter-filled air is bursting,
With dreams that have all walked.
So reluctantly I rise up,
Each and every time,
And eventually it leads me,
To the big, bad, bottom line…
There is no love.
Not here. Not this time.
Just a carousel of disillusionment,
You know too well it never ends.
Round and round you go,
Until you’re dead you know.
And still, there is no love…Oh no.
But there is always…
Tomorrow.