WriteMyke

Not so much desperate, may be even delusional Hard to find sleep even when awake Does vacancy beckon or is it just comfortable Should he be afraid when he is not Or upset that he is not yet gallant Ravage all that is imperfect, nothing would remain Burn the coffee table, find the missing piece Maybe cut a new, mash it down, make it aces Hang it. Nailed to the wall like a piece of artwork Throw a tantrum when no one admires it That should have convinced them Who really cares anyway, unconscious Distorted worlds reflect what must be Pine for the decoder, show what cannot be seen Wanted: navigator, zealot, decider Make me a believer; I dare you