Wake up. Caught you sleep walking In your sun. Hit the flame with a Cold stutter. What a fool you've made, Pity on you, so Hardly a game. Watch you snicker Bitter amusement, Only half the fun When the fool has bickered back and run. Empty eyes, looking backwards, What've you got to say? Mumble, stumble Off your pedestal, Wasn't yours anyway.
Another well written piece. I like reading your poems. They're always really interesting and different from stuff that I write. Peace and love
