You silly little thing
How nice to once again
See you here
Finding yourself knelt deep
In dewy meadow
The grass must have
Caught your tears.
Silly little thing,
Haven’t you learned?
How the eyes and ears
Can lie?
How your mind easily treads
Into a fragile little play?
Still you take part anyway.
Make-believes are always
A perfect crime
They suck the life out of you
When they fade away
Leaving you each time
Sprawled stuck into a grime.
No evidence, no sign
Just you left behind
With your messy scrawls,
And crumpled pages
Though you’ve been
Fighting this for ages.
Hush now, little one . . .
There are more dreams to come.
