Outside Inside

Outside Inside
By Ian W.G. Sparkman

Calling down the wind ever so thin;
Falling down the bend just then;
Stalling frowns for my friends.

Inside is dark.

Calling on the chance of chances;
Falling for the dance of dances;
Stalling the rant of rants.

Inside is light.

Freestanding in the land of solitude;
Freestanding in the land filled with such multitude;
Freestanding hand in hand with the band.

Outside is nowhere to be found.

Freestanding among the thoughts of insanity;
Freestanding among the oughts of vanity;
Freestanding among the bought who were meant to help.

Outside is Inside and the Dark is becoming the Light.