• A confusing facade, blue or red?
    Is she here or is she dead?
    A fraying tapestry, threads
    of lies. Surprise.
    She isn't there.
    Assume only a ghost is here.

    Listened to the domestic law
    But a playground within a prison calls
    Unreachable, towering walls
    of stone. She's alone.
    Plucked not clipped.
    Flightless in the deepest rift.

    Too fast, too fast, she longs to stay
    Among her toys and games to play
    Displaced, dragged out of yesterday
    and planted. Slanted.
    A crooked joke.
    The acorn's better than the oak.

    The reflection's smiling a real smile
    Leaving the rest of the world beguiled
    But reality has bled onto the tiles
    and vanity. Insanity.
    A faker's dream.
    Forever trapped in a silent scream.

    Walls are walls, a roof is there
    Courageous innocence replaced by fear
    What have you become? My dear
    You've conformed. Transformed.
    You hopeless fool.
    Are rocks no longer precious jewels?

    Too late now, your name's been signed
    Engraved upon the dotted line
    Concreted here until you die
    of sorrow. Tomorrow.
    What a waste.
    Slowed to a halt in your haste.