Ragged Rise To Tumbledown

A glass full of forgetfulness

A bottle full of bliss

I hardly knew myself that deep

No memories of this

A shallow pool of selfishness

A peddler of lies

I've lost the art of thinking true

Damned my turning eyes

No more shall you burn my thoughts

Or throw me to the ground

Or walk me down a zigzag path

And waiting to be found

I stumble through an explanation

Explaining to myself

How do I tell this to a child

Whose needs are full and felt

I think I recognise this rush

This sudden rush of remorse

I know this child can grow no more

This child must leave of course

No more shall you burn my thoughts

Or throw me to the ground

Or walk me down a zigzag path

And waiting to be found