Your pride has brought you the unjust reality of your situation. What are you, but a plague in the rivers of joint living. You may only smell with your nose in the clouds. I do not feel sorry for your plight. You made a soft bed only at the expense of the soul's drought. But I, I'm only one who watches. I cannot stay, as a bird in your sky. You would prefer not to see me besides. I am destructively your truth. So cast me. My feet weighed down by pretentious hands that reach beyond the cold dry dirt.

The sun has yet to wave, dreamy days and sunset mornings. Untold is the harp that sits beside the moon in a lore song cross the distance. I let you run, provide you whisper back to me. The colors swarm on your body, unreadable only to me. WHy do I find you such a mystery? Please me, find me, I'm there in the corner. Quiet and purposely unprepared. Is this what madness tastes like? The fruit of a free childhood.

Fortune. That is what I remember.

Do you?