S.K

You'll suss it out!

Floating in the madness

Of ideas, gone

Away with the hope

And the humour

 

The taps provide no water

The cars travel no real distance

Food is instantly flushed away

The pen is dead.

 

Floating in the madness

Of sleep, gone

Away with the woman

And her laughter

 

Too tired for the chase,

To do it all over again.

Too tired to miss

And miss and miss.

 

Floating in the madness

Of you, gone

Away with the hope

And the laughter.

The End

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