my conscience

Fading sun above the city of dusts
i stare out of the windowas far as my eyes do not betray me
People mistaking happiness for lust
easier for me to follow
somehow my conscience won't let me
swimming in a sea of hipocrisy
dreams vaporizing in skies of lies
hope withers dust to rust
I am what my conscience is
I am what I know is good
I am what I believe in...

--nucky--