The Fall

I’m just a reflection of the thing possessing me

Of a soul entrapped in a tower without a key

Forgive it, it has forgotten what was and where it used to be

A god reduced to a human

Falling by choice just to see

The happiness after the sadness

And the naivety of thinking it’s free

The History Game

You seem so sure

That there’s nothing you can do

That the stars’ position

Tell you visions that are true

You seem so sure of how unsure our future is

Of how we’ll fight in a war that no one wins

And although we know

We still try

Oh history why 

Why do you keep playing this game with me